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Dikshita with 97% in ICSE, Bhanu Pratap 96% in ISC top in Shimla

Shimla: There were no failures reported among the 362 students at four reputed schools who took ICSE (10th) and ISC (12th) examinations conducted by the Council for the Indian School Certificate Examinations (CISCE) earlier in the year.

Dikshita Vashist, a student of Loreto Convent Tara Hall with 97 percent marks has topped the ICSE and Bhanu Pratap Singh, a student at Bishop Cotton School (BCS), with 96 percent marks was first among the students who took the ISC examinations.

All the four schools have reported cent percent results, with the majority of them having secured first division aggregates.

Of the 111 girls at Loreto who appeared for the ICSE exam, Dikshita topped, tat second position was Sumesha Jaswal with 95.3 % and third was Divyani Chaturvedi securing 95.29 %.

Out of the 73 girls in Auckland House School the top position was bagged by Disha Singh with 94.4 %, Aakriti Chauhan was second with 92 %, Parul Narwar was third with 90.8 % followed by Deksha Kaur with 90.4 %

Of the 35 students at Shimla Public School the topper was Abhimanyu Thakur securing 95 % marks and at BCS of the 31 boys who appeared for the 10th class board exam it was Shikar Chauhan and Shubam Bansal who topped their class with 91 percent marks.

Abhimanyu Thakur

Of the 31 boys at BCS who sat for the ISC examination, Bhanu Pratap Singh, a humanities student, secured full marks in Mathematics and beat science students by securing 96 % marks.

In second position was Akshit Vig who secured 90 % marks. Six students appeared for the science stream, 15 in commerce and 10 were from the humanities side.

Of the 50 girls at Auckland House School, Vinny Verma with 91 % marks topped the science stream and Nadita Mahant was second with 90.5%.

In commerce stream Sukanya Sood and Malika Tanta were toppers with 90.5 % whereas Vijeta Chauhan with 92.25 % was first in the humanities group.

Bajpai new VC at Himachal Pradesh University

Shimla: Governor Urmila Singh today announced appointment of ADN Bajpai, professor of economics at Rani Durgavati University, Jabalpur (MP) as the new Vice-chancellor of Himachal Pradesh University and also reappointed KR Dhiman as the Vice-chancellor of YS Parmar University of Horticulture and Forestry, Nauni for another three year term.

Bajpai replaces SK Gupta at HPU whose tenure stood completed on 9th April.

Bajpai has been a former Vice-chancellor of Avdhesh Pratap Singh University, Rewa and Mahatama Gandhi Chhitarkoot Gramodaya University, Chhitarkoot.

Prof. A.D.N. Bajpai

Besides having authored two books, he has about 70 research papers to his credit. With specialization in Economics of Infrastructures, Energy and Environment he is a Member of International Association of Energy Economists, Indian Economic Association, Indian Society of Labour Economics and M.P. Economics Association.

Bajpai will be the 2nd from Jabbalpur University to join as a Vice-chancellor at HPU. Earlier HP Dixit from Jabbalpur university was the VC at HPU from 6.6.1994 to 3.8.1995.

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Vice-chancellor Bajpai for curbing politics in Himachal Pradesh University

Shimla: Drawing salaries out of public exchequers, university teachers should not be affiliated with any political party, is how the new VC of HPU spelled out plans to depoliticize the campus even as he talked about autonomy and turning the institution into a centre of excellence.

In an interaction with the media ADN Bajpai, who took over as the new Vice-chancellor on Wednesday said that efforts would be made to keep politics outside the gates of the campus.

With there being two strong unions of teachers in the university who are openly affiliated to political parties and some even having contested assembly elections while protecting their jobs, the new VC said “ the university act would have to be scrutinized to see that how faculty members were allowed to be members of political parties.

“If need be, it would be suggested to the government to get the anomaly removed through appropriate legislation or otherwise,” he added.

The new VC went onto say, “there is no place for personal prejudices based on politics, caste, creed and religion and those found indulging in it could lose their jobs.”

He said it was a matter of concern that where salaries of faculty members was increasing and they were getting their promotions yet grading of HPU by NAAC had dropped two notches from B++ to B.

“Certainly there are some shortcomings within the university set up, which need to be corrected so that its grading improves,” said Bajpai.

Teachers would be asked to stay on campus between working hours from 10.30 a.m. to 5.30 p.m. and devote time for teaching and research for the teacher-taught relationship cannot be substituted by any other mode of education.

Publishing of journals and newsletters would be started immediately, library would be updated, a data bank would be developed, better quality of research and conducting independent surveys would be started, said the VC.

When the issue of students violence on the campus was brought up, he said “it was no solution for solving problems in an academic institution and Gandhian modes of protest have shown how effectively non violence can be used to make ones point.”

Talks would be initiated with the SFI, NSUI and AVBP outfits to try and resolve matters so that academic issues can be brought into focus.

About shortage of staff, he said that lecturers could be hired on contract or per lecture basis to make up for the shortfall till regular arrangements are made but academics would not be allowed to suffer on this account.

Himachal Pradesh University Marks 42nd Foundation Day

Shimla: Marking the 42nd Foundation Day of Himachal Pradesh University, Chancellor Urmila Singh, who is also Governor of the state, asked the university to look at starting archaeology department as the state was rich in cultural heritage.

Speaking at the inaugural function, she said that there were employment opportunities in tourism sector and a course for tourist guides could be started.

The chancellor asked the university to prepare a Vision-2020 document on priority for achieving the targets in a planned manner. E

Education was important for the development of the nation and youth of every section irrespective of the social status should get an opportunity to pursue education for building a strong nation. Girls were being provided free education and seats had been reserved for single girl students in every department of the university, she said.

Chief minister Prem Kumar Dhumal who was present on the occasion said that the state was spending Rs 1.60 lakhs per student each year on those availing university education.

He said that where as the national budget was only allocating 4.86 % for education, the state was spending 18% of its annual budget on it.

Emphasizing on the need for becoming self dependent, the chief minister said that autonomy could be achieved through being self sufficient financially.

Defending the government about permitting private universities, Dhumal said that it was being done with the intent of providing quality professional education within the state.

He said that Himachal was the first state in the country to constitute a regulatory commission which would fix fees in these universities.

The regulatory authority had started functioning to safeguard the interest of students and save them from exploitation.

About new private universities he said that they would be opened in Bilaspur, Chamba, Mandi and Kullu districts.

Symbiosis University would be set up in Bilaspur district, he said.

Dr. Riad Kamel Abbas, Ambassador of Syrian Arab Republic in India, who was the Guest of Honour said that he hoped one day students from Syria would enroll at HPU and strengthen relations between the two countries.

Making a detailed presentation Vice-chancellor ADN Bajpai said that 149 students of the University had qualified NET this year.

Himachal HC orders CBI to probe all false documents issued by educational institutions

Shimla :The high court of Himachal Pradesh has directed the Central Bureau of Investigation(CBI) to look into all cases where no objection certificate and clearance has been obtained by private educational institutions from NCTE,NRC,NCTV ,AICT and other such agencies on the basis of false representations.

Chief justice Kurian Joseph and justice Sanjay Karol passed these orders on the petition of V.P.Ahluwalia Tuesday here.

Ahluwalia a retired principal of Government college Dhaliara alleged that Rajesh Thakur director Thakur College of Education Dhaliara had used fake documents to get recognition for educational courses from National Council of Technical Education(NCTE).

He alleged that the HP university and NCTE were not taking action on his complaints.He also alleged that the siblings of Thakur had used fake degrees to get government jobs.

The CBI had registered a case on the complaint of Ahluwalia and Ajit Singh Rana.

The then regional director of National Council for Teacher Education Jaipur had abused his official position to grant recognition to Thakur College of Education for additional intake of 100 seats for B Ed and 25 seats for M Ed in 2007-08 in gross criminal violation of laid down norms and guidelines on NCTE.

The court also directed the CBI and the vigilance and corruption bureau to conduct investigations in a coordinated manner so that there is no conflict between the two invetigating agencies.

The SP, CBI brought to the notice of the court that several institutions who have obtained NOC from NCTE do not even have proper buildings.

At this the court directed him to conduct an inquiry into all such institutions and submit his report to the court within three months in a sealed cover.

The court also said that it will be open for the CBI to take appropriate action under law on the basis of its investigation and it should not wait for the direction or permission of the court.

The court also directed the Thakur College of Education,Dhaliara,Dehra and Thakur Pre-examination Coaching–cum-Training Institute,Nehranpukhar Dehra to file reply within a month as a last chance.

Listen to the biases of good people at IIAS Shimla

Shimla : The Indian Institute of Advanced Study(IIAS), summer hill Shimla is
organising two lectures this week,by a Harvard University professor andr by a scholar based in Cambridge Massachusetts.

“The first lecture ‘Blindspot :The hidden biases of good people’ by Prof Mahzarin R.Banaji,Richard Clark Cabot Professor of Social Ethics,Harvard University at 3 P.M. tuesday,” said Ashok Sharma, PRO,IIAS.

“The second lecture ‘Cyberdefence as democracy’s opportunity’ by Prof R.Bhaskar,an independent scholar based in Cambridge,Massachusetts on Thursday,” he said.

The venue of the lectures will be the pool theatre.

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D A V school Shimla wins Limca book of records quiz

Shimla : D A V Sr Sec public school won the Shimla city finals of the Limca book of records quiz 2011 held at Bishop Cotton School, Shimla on Wednesday .

The winners will now join 80 schools to compete in the semi finals . Loreto Convent School was the runners up .

Around 270 students from 45 schools participated from Shimla , out of which six schools competed in the city finals.

The winning team was felicitated by Vikrant Rathore , sales supervisor Kandhari Beverages .

Organisers said this year the quiz is being organised in more than 3500 schools to make the pursuit of knowledge an engaging and competitive process .

The multi-city inititaive is being launched in partnership with ‘know and grow with Derek’ and involves participation of students from class 8 to class 12. It is being organised at inter-school level , semi-finals and national finals from July to December 2011 .

Noted quiz master Derek O’ Brien and founder ‘know & grow with Derek’ will host the national finals.The entire database including content , research material and quiz software is being provided by him .

Universities seek financial autonomy

Shimla: The vice chancellors of universities in north India Saturday called for financial autonomy for varsities.

A two-day meeting of the Association of Indian Universities (north zone) that concluded here passed a “Shimla Declaration” that also advocated the need for financial support by the respective state governments.

Association president P.T. Pandey told reporters that nearly 80 percent of students were getting education in the state universities and they were facing financial crunch.

“Lack of finances has led to deterioration in the service conditions of teachers in the universities. This anomaly needs to be rectified at the earliest. The other issues that need to be addressed are retirement age of the teachers and the tenure of the vice chancellor,” he said.

Pandey said a corpus should be created with the help of the central government and corporate houses to support the older universities that have dilapidated infrastructure.

Association general secretary A.D.N. Bajpai also advocated the need for inter-university collaborations to avoid brain-drain.

“To achieve this, it is necessary that the universities should work together and share resources,” said Bajpai, who is also the vice chancellor of Shimla-based Himachal Pradesh University.

A total of 35 vice chancellors from Punjab, Haryana, Uttar Pradesh, Uttarakhand, Jammu and Kashmir and Himachal participated in the meeting.

Scholars debate Indian knowledge systems in scientific context

Shimla: Drawing a comparison between Einstein’s theory of relativity and the Indian knowledge systems, scholars at the start of a two day conference of North Zone vice-chancellors of universities held that India sages for centuries have maintained that reality cannot be know in practice.

Speaking on ‘science of religion’ Piyush Srivastava, a scientist from Rewa in Madhya Pradesh pointed out religion has more often been equated with commonality.

Even Bhagwat Gita refers to the existence of different layers of religions, he said.

Touching upon deeper meaning of illusion, truth and time, he said that ultimate consciousness takes into account the unity of all existence be it animals, plants, humans and even the non living things like planets, stars and the universe as a whole.

Speaking about ‘discovering knowledge through manuscript’, Dipti Tripathi, Director General of National Manuscript Commission of India, New Delhi pointed out that of the over 30 lakh enlisted manuscripts only 20 % had been accessed.

There is a treasure of knowledge in these manuscripts which deal with diverse facets of knowledge; even the science of water management was highly developed, she said.

Tripathi added that to retrieve and learn from these priceless pieces of our heritage would enhance human knowledge immensely.

Earlier Governor Urmila Singh, who inaugurated the Vice-chancellors conference, stressed that to have a stimulating academic environment, universities needed to focus on research for enhancing human knowledge.

She said, “Education should ensure holistic development of students,��? while referring to the constructive role the youth were playing in nation building.

Borlaug institute to usher second Green Revolution in Punjab – Prakash Badal

Chandigarh: Punjab Chief Minister Parkash Singh Badal today said that the central government’s announcement to setting up the Borlaug Institute for South Asia (BISA) at Ludhiana would give a much needed second push to the Green Revolution in the agriculture sector.

Thanking Prime Minister Manmohan Singh and Agriculture minister Sharad Pawar for establishing the BISA, Badal said that traditional agriculture had already reached a point of saturation in the agrarian state of Punjab.

Badal, in a statement here, said: “The setting up of this prestigious institute would be a real tribute to the Noble laureate and father of the Green Revolution, Dr. Norman E. Borlaug, who was intimately associated with Punjab especially the Punjab Agricultural University (PAU). People of our state still remember him with respect and affection.”

BISA will be set up in Ludhiana, where the PAU is located, at a cost of over Rs.500 crore.

Punjab, which alone contributes over 50 percent of the total foodgrain to the national kitty, had led the country in bringing about the Green Revolution for greater food grain production in the 1950s and 1960s.

The central government has announced the setting up of BISA in Punjab with satellite centers in Bihar and Madhya Pradesh.

“This would contribute significantly in improving the agriculture in the country in general and food security in particular,” Badal said here.

Badal hoped that the institute would help in diversification of agriculture by encouraging the value added crops like maize and oilseeds and help farmers to come out of the rut of wheat-paddy cycle.

Punjab cabinet nod for new university, right to service bill

Chandigarh: Punjab cabinet today approved creation of a new development block in Sangrur district, gave it nod for setting up a university in Talwandi Sabo and stamped the Right To Service Bill that is to be introduced in the state assembly.

Presided over by chief minister Prakash Singh Badal, the cabinets approved the bill which aims to make it mandatory for time bound delivery of public services.

A cabinet spokesman said that the proposed legislation intends to make delivery of 67 citizen centric services time bound under Right To Service Act.

The bill that will needs the houses nod has a provision for punishing civil servants who fail to comply with delivery of the public service within a stipulated timeframe.

The cabinet approved carving out of a new development block Dirba in Sangrur district.

The new block with a population of 99,177; having an area of 111,821 acres will encompass 44 villages, said the cabinet spokesman. Total number of blocks in the state has gone upto 143.

The cabinet also approved setting up of Guru Kashi University at Talwandi Sabo.

Himachal Pradesh University scientist bags computer memory devices research project

Shimla: A physicist with the faculty of Himachal Pradesh University has been picked for a prestigious project to carry out research on next generation memory devices in computer applications.

Dr NS Negi, from the department of physics would be doing his research on ferroelectric-ferrite multilayer thin films for next generation memory devices,” said a university spokesman.

Dr NS Negi

The central governments department of science and technology has sanctioned Rs 40 lakhs for the research project, he said.

Multi-ferroics are a very promising materials for other multifunctional devices and biological applications. Studies on these materials are being done in universities and institutes globally,” said Negi.

Nano-electromechanical Systems (NEMS) and Nano-structured materials will be technological drivers of the future, especially for infrared detectors and piezoelectric sensor applications” he added.

Negi had placed his research project for funding before the department in April, it was technically accepted in July.

Red Ribbon Club Kangra starts blood donor directory

Dharamsala: Red Ribbon Club of Kangra has set out to have a ready blood donor directory that could be readily accessed by the needy for meeting out emergency requirements of patients and accidents victims.

The directory was launched at the Navrang youth festival at Dronacharya College, Rait by the HIV awareness club.

At the stall set up during the festival, more than 1200 young girls and boys from 25 colleges from the district visited the counter that had displayed out a red zero theme of AIDS Campaign, spreading the message of targeting Zero new HIV infections among youth through better awareness.

The Kangra ICTC led by Harbhajan Singh also conducted voluntary blood testing of the youth, in which 50 got their blood screening done.

At a quiz conducted about health awareness, especially which related to HIV, STI and blood donations, there were many participants.

In the inter-college painting contest held during the youth festival, Sumit won the second prize with AIDS as the theme of the water colour painting.

The frame showed AIDS as a giant snake threatening to engulf the entire earth, leaving behind a message for the viewer that despite all the progress made, there was no time for complacency.

Youth of Red Ribbon Club Gian Jyoti B Ed College Rajol presented a mime on HIV risk among youth, and gave the message that ignorance is a big challenge, so we should all talk openly.

Navrang Nitesh Rana, president of the club said that it helped to create an environment of openness among youth, which could help to discuss topics which otherwise they were shy of talking.

Charu Kaushal, nodal officer of the club advocated that mutual respect was important for having a discrimination free environment for HIV and AIDS infected to develop responsible and healthy relationships for them and society at large.

Infosys, Oracle recruit 8 students at Himachal Pradesh University

Shimla: Having secured its position about fetching good placements for its students of computer science at Himachal Pradesh University, top information technology companies this year also have already picked eight students by way of campus placement from the department.

Department chairman, Arvind Kalia said that seven final year student with Master of Computer Sciences (MCA) program, through a campus recruitment program have been picked up by Infosys, a reputed Bangalore based IT company.

One student, Ridhima Chandel has been selected by Oracle, another reputed IT company, he said.

Those offered job placement by Infosys are Aashish Vashisht, Amit Chauhan, Iteeka Sephia, Manisha Thakur, Mukesh Gautam, Neha Jhangta and Vanita Sharma, said Kalia.

Placement coordinator Jawahar Thakur said the students had been offered a starting package of Rs 3.25 Lakhs per annum.

More companies are scheduled to visit the campus and the department is hopeful to get a 100% placement for its MCA students, he added.

NIT Hamirpur gets new Institute Director

Hamirpur: Having remained with an institute head for almost a year, National Institute of Technology, Hamirpur got a new director, with Dr Rajnish Shrivastav joining duty on Tuesday (18.10.2011).

Dr Shirvastav takes charge from Dr RL Sharma, a senior professor, who was holding charge in absence of a regular director at the reputed institute.

Prior to joining his new assignment, Dr Shrivastav had remained director of NIT Jamshedpur for three years.

He said been appointed as Director NIT Hamirpur by Human Resource Development ministry for a five year term.

The post had fallen vacant in November, 2010 when the last director retired. Since then the institute had been suffering because of the prevailing uncertainty.

Lawrence School, Sanawar

I am hoping this will be the first in a series of articles on the good schools of Himachal Pradesh.

Himachal CM during the 159th Founder Day-2006 of the Lawrence school, Snawar.

History

The Lawrence School, Sanawar was started by Sir Henry Lawrence on 17th April, 1847 with 14 boys and girls. The school was originally meant to be a military asylum. The management passed through many hands before and after independence, including the Ministry of Defence and Ministry of Education. On January 1, 1953, it passed under the control of an autonomous society with the Secretary, Ministry of Education as the ex-officio Chairman. Today the school is among the most renowned co-eduational boarding public schools of India with 650 students and 70 faculty members.

with pine, deodar and other conifer trees. To get to the School, one must take a detour from Dharampur on the NH22.

Walking around the campus, one can see a mixture of colonial buildings, many of which are over a century old, nestling side by side with modern facilities.

Amongst the oldest buildings is the 140 years old School Chapel with its exquisite stained glass windows. Whilst the school has no specific religious affiliation, the Chapel is the spiritual centre of the community, and regular assemblies are held in which all students and staff take part. The daily routine includes a silent march past the War Memorials beside the Chapel, connecting the pupils of today with those of the past who have played their part in the nations call.

Amongst the new buildings is the Central Dining Hall, a state-of-the-art solar heated indoor swimming pool, an Indoor Sports Complex and modern squash courts.

Gaskell Hall, which used to be the boys school, is now the school Gymnasium. Inter-house Boxing and Gym competition are some of the main events held in Gaskell Hall. On one of the walls of the gymnasium is a quotation from Rudyard Kipling’s “Kim”, and it reads “Send him to Sanawar and make a man of him.”

There are many other buildings and facilities of interest, supporting both academic and non-academic activities. Particularly worthy of mention is the main teaching block, the ‘Birdwood’, which also contains the Barne Hall, where plays, shows, films and lectures are regularly held. Around the campus are numerous playing fields, the newest being a superb basketball court. The main cricket and football ground, Barne Field, to which the descent and ascent alone will exhaust, leaves the fittest of players and spectators breathless!

The School is constantly upgrading its facilities, most recently, Parker Hall, now the schools’ Learning Resource Centre, provides easy access to archival memorabilia, up to date library resources, and computer and internet facilities. In this building alone, over thirty new computers have been installed along with the first ISDN line in Himachal!

The School is financially self sufficient and has its own printing press. A resident doctor heads the staff of the Schools 60 bed infirmary, having its own ambulance.

Students

Starting from a modest 14 children in 1847, the school now has 650 students coming from different backgrounds irrespective of social status, religion or nationality. There are 70 faculty members, thus making the ratio of 1 teacher for 9 students among the best in India.

Owing to its military patronage, the school reserves a few seats for children of Armed Forces Personnel. Preference is also given to the children of Old Sanawarians.

Life on Campus

Students have a very busy schedule through the day and are involved in a lot of extra curricular activities apart from studies. The day begins at 6 a.m. with chhota haazri and PT – either a cross-country run or mass exercises followed by a quick change, House inspection and two classes before breakfast at 9 O’clock.

After breakfast the School congregates in Chapel on Monday and Thursday and then the classes begin. The morning break at 11.30 provides a drink and a snack, otherwise it’s working through to lunch at 1.10 p.m at the Central Dining Hall.

From morning break onwards, the timetable includes games and hobbies alongside academic classes. This allows a varied day and makes best use of the time and other resources available.

At 6.00 p.m. all becomes serious once again, as all students ‘fall in’ for evening prep in the Birdwood School, an hour and 20 minutes of concentrated, self disciplined study. At 7.40 p.m., the bell sounds ‘time for dinner’. After dinner, and some free time, there is a further study hour in the dorms before the ‘final bugle calls’ all to rest.

On Sundays, students are free to plan their own time having enjoyed the luxury of an extra hour in bed and a relaxed breakfast. Students may practice for sports, visit Kasauli or just relax.

Extracurricular activities

Hobbies: Children at Sanawar select a number of ‘hobby’ activities, which they pursue at different times of the year.

These activities include:

  • Weaving
  • Art
  • Sculpture
  • Ceramics
  • Carpentry
  • Computers
  • Needle Work
  • Photography
  • Paper Recycling
  • Indian Classical Music & Dance
  • Bugle and Brass Bands

At certain times of the year, children are involved in a wide variety of social activities ranging from fire fighting and tree planting to working in the School’s Rural Centre. Other major projects are Adult & Child Education, a Crafts Centre, and annual international village development camps (organized for the Round Square International Service). Membership of the Round Square International Service gives X1th Class children an opportunity to take part in a student exchange programme with other member schools throughout the world. During a visit of 2 months duration, they study at the host school, staying either with families or in the school’s dormitory facilities, playing a full part in the life of the school and community which they are visiting.

Dramatics, Debating, Elocution and Quiz contests are a regular feature. Each House produces a House Show each year, giving children of all ages a chance to perform live on the stage, or learn the arts of stage management and production.

Membership of SPIC MACAY ensures that artistes of repute visit the School on a regular basis for a lecture demonstration on classical Dance and Music. The North Zone Cultural Centre organizes folk and classical performances to give an exposure to the students.

Visiting the School Museum is an educational experience in itself. It includes Sanawar’s Colours, photographic and printed records, awards, mementos, teaching instruments, musical instruments and one of the worlds’ oldest operational printing presses.

Sports: Physical activity is an essential ingredient of life in Sanawar. The daily routine itself requires movement between dormitories, classes, dining hall, hobby and game locations spread over the 139 acre site at differing levels: in Sanawar, all paths either go up or down!

All children take a half an hour physical exercise every morning (except Sundays). During the early Spring term, this takes the form of The Hodson Run, 3-5 kms around the school site, culminating in the fiercely fought Hodsons’ Finals in April. During the rest of the year the children practice their mass PT movements, preparing for perfection in the Parade at the annual Founders Celebration in October.

NCC is compulsory in the senior classes and the School maintains a high standard in military training.

In addition to these compulsory activities, each child also has the option to pursue a wide range of sporting activities, both as team games and as individual pursuits, within the school timetable.

The school boasts of facilities for diverse sports such as Cricket, Hockey, Soccer, Basketball, Squash, Tennis, Badminton, Table Tennis, Athletics, Swimming, Gymnastics, Rifle shooting, Boxing and Kayaking.

Interactions with other schools through sporting and cultural activities are a regular feature of the weekend programme, and where the level of achievement is appropriate, international sports tours can be arranged!

Camping and trekking are an integral part of the life of the School. Easy access to the remote Himalayan regions is a real asset for its trekkers, and additional activities such as white water rafting, mountain cycling and rock climbing are also in this programme.

Notable alumni

The school’s alumni has a very strong network and the list of famous alumni reads like Who’s Who of India. Some notable alumni of the school include Former Chief of Naval Staff Admiral Vishnu Bhagwat, Param Vir Chakra Awardee Lt. Arun Khetarpal, politicians Omar Abdullah, Sukhbir Badal & Maneka Gandhi, actors Sanjay Dutt, Rahul Roy, Puja Bedi and business professionals Rana Talwar, Pankaj Munjal, Jeh Wadia, sportsmen Shiva Keshwan, Ajeet Bajaj and many more.

Academic council approves new courses at Himachal Pradesh University

Shimla: Presided over by vice chancellor ADN Bajpai, the academic council of Himachal Pradesh university approved starting of dozens of new courses which included a masters program in biotechnology, information technology, remote sensing and others.

Other courses approved, university spokesman Ranvir Verma disclosed at the 63rd academic council meeting held today included MSc in Environmental Sciences, Statistics, Polymer Science and MA in Disaster Management, Hindi Journalism, Population & Development Studies and Tribal Studies).

It was also decided to start MBA in Infrastructure Development, Banking & Life Insurance, Retail Management, Bio-technology, Environment Management and Rural Development.

The council decided to introduce Post-graduate Courses in Financial Studies, Accounts and Taxations, Costing, Banking and Insurance and Retail management with short term special courses in Veda, Vyakarana ,Darshana and Himalyan Culture and Spirituality.

It also recommended to start Post-graduate Diploma Courses in Cultural Tourism, Adventure Sports, Pahari Miniature Painting, Bio-informatics, Buddhists Studies, Cyber Law and IPR & Patent Law.

Bachelor Degree Courses in Pharmacy, Fine Arts & Library Sciences, BTech in Bio-Technology, Computer Science and Electronics and Communications will be introduced with Diploma Courses in Cyber Crime Prosecution and Defense, Multi Skill Hotel Operation, Himalayan Culture and Spirituality and in Urdu.

The Council decided to introduce Certificate Courses in Urdu, Chinese ,Japanies, Human Rights, Tourist Guide, Computer, Personality and Skill Development, Religious Tourism and Freedom Struggle Tourism.

It was decided to set-up eleven centers for Research and Extension in the phased manner to be started from the next academic session.

The centres proposed are Nano Science and Technology, Food Processing, Multi Media, Immunology and Infectious disease, Indian Religion Philosophy Thoughts and Culture, Environmental Studies, Pahari Language and Culture, Remote Sensing and GIS, Spiritualism, Jyotis and Yogic Studies, Social Exclusions and Inclusive Growth and Disabilities Studies.

The council recommended to establish ten new departments in phased manner, which included Anthropology, Archeology, Bio-Chemistry, Geology, Library and Information Science, Defense Studies, Fine Arts, Philosophy, Traditional Knowledge System and Pharmaceutical Sciences.

Seven new chairs of SS Bhatnagar for Science Education and Research, Shobha Singh, Visual Arts, J.C. Bose Life Sciences, Baba Bhalku Ram for Tourism, Transport & Hospitality, Sri Aurbindo for Indian Philosophy and Thoughts, Planning Commission and Reserve Bank of India Chair were proposed to be established.

The council recommended establishing a publication division in the university which prints text books, dissertation and original works of research scholars.

The council also announced that post-graduate examinations would be conducted from 26th November and the 19th university convocation would be held on 12th December, said the university spokesman.

US varsities to scout for students at Mumbai fair

Mumbai: As many as 32 leading varsities will take part in the US Universities Fair here Sunday (13th November) in a bid to attract more Indian students, an official said.

The fair is being organised by the United States-India Education Foundation (USIEF) in collaboration with the Institute of International Education, a non-profit organisation.

Representatives from 32 US universities will offer detailed information about their institutions and academic programmes at undergraduate and graduate levels at the fair being held in JW Marriott Hotel, Juhu, north-west Mumbai.

“The USIEF is committed to helping Indian students find accredited US universities that are best fit for their academic and professional needs. We welcome Indian students to obtain genuine and relevant advice from us through these fairs, which have gained tremendous popularity over the years,” said USIEF executive director Adam J. Grotsky.

Students will be able to have one-on-one sessions with admissions officers, who will provide authoritative information about their college and university programmes.

400 Punjab educational institutes face closure?

Chandigarh : Education became a booming business across Punjab over a decade with the agrarian state’s green fields giving way to sprawling campuses of scores of educational institutions, but things have taken a turn for the worst.

If the Punjab Unaided Technical Institutions Association (PUTIA) is to be believed, nearly 400 such institutions with an investment of over Rs.6,000 crore “are on the verge of closure”. The association attributes this situation to the apathy of the state government and other agencies.

“The educational institutions of Punjab are facing a lot of problems because of non-supportive attitude of regulatory bodies like the Punjab government, the All India Council For Technical Education and the Punjab Technical University,” PUTIA president J.S. Dhaliwal said here.

He said around 400 unaided technical institutions of Punjab, including engineering, polytechnic, management, architecture and other professional and vocational colleges, were on the verge of closure.

The affected institutes have called for a conference Nov 18 at Mohali, adjoining Chandigarh, to devise strategies to avoid closure.

The main grouse of the educational institutions is that the Punjab government and other agencies are forcing them to pay commercial rates for everything – from change of land use charges, external development charges, electricity and transport charges and stamp duty.

“We are providing education to several thousand youths in Punjab right at their doorstep. Instead of supporting us in this, the Punjab government is charging all commercial rates. Educational institutes should be exempted from all taxes,” Dhaliwal said.

Officials say the government is considering the demands.

“Private technical institutions have raised the matter with the government. They have some issues on taxes and commercial charges being levied on them. The government is considering their demands and will take a decision,” a senior Punjab technical education department official said on condition of anonymity.

PUTIA is represented by several leading private education groups in Punjab in management, engineering and other professional courses. These include the Rayat Bahra Education group, Indo Global Colleges, Chandigarh group of colleges, Doaba group, Aryans group, Sukhmani group and others.

Together, over 250,000 students study in these private institutions.

“While institutes in Punjab are facing uncertainty and are on the verge of closure, institutions in other neighbouring states are benefiting as governments in those states are helping them set up educational infrastructure,” Anshu Kataria, chairman of the Aryans group of colleges, said .

“Bangalore, Pune and Hyderabad offer job scope in the IT sector. So students want to go there. There is no major industrial and IT investment in Punjab. So students are reluctant to come here to study. Punjab is losing its share to other states,” Kataria said.

Private educationists are questioning the stepmotherly treatment towards Punjab’s own institutions.

“While the Punjab government is hell bent on taxing us and applying all commercial charges, it went out of the way with its land largesse to a business school to set up its 70-acre campus in Mohali (near Chandigarh) on a token annual lease of Re.1,” a leading educationist said requesting anonymity.

Dhaliwal and Kataria also pointed out that while private institutions were being taxed heavily, the state government had regulated the fee in these institutions, making these projects unviable.

“In the last 10-15 years, the price of everything has risen except our fee. The government should consider fee revision as the cost of education has gone up drastically,” Dhaliwal said.

“Nearly 95 percent of the technical institutes in Punjab are in the private sector. Despite that, we have no say and are not even consulted while formulating education and technical education policy,” he said.
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Academic council approves new courses at Himachal Pradesh University

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Shimla: Presided over by vice chancellor ADN Bajpai, the academic council of Himachal Pradesh university approved starting of dozens of new courses which included a masters program in biotechnology, information technology, remote sensing and others.

Other courses approved, university spokesman Ranvir Verma disclosed at the 63rd academic council meeting held today included MSc in Environmental Sciences, Statistics, Polymer Science and MA in Disaster Management, Hindi Journalism, Population & Development Studies and Tribal Studies).

It was also decided to start MBA in Infrastructure Development, Banking & Life Insurance, Retail Management, Bio-technology, Environment Management and Rural Development.

The council decided to introduce Post-graduate Courses in Financial Studies, Accounts and Taxations, Costing, Banking and Insurance and Retail management with short term special courses in Veda, Vyakarana ,Darshana and Himalyan Culture and Spirituality.

It also recommended to start Post-graduate Diploma Courses in Cultural Tourism, Adventure Sports, Pahari Miniature Painting, Bio-informatics, Buddhists Studies, Cyber Law and IPR & Patent Law.

Bachelor Degree Courses in Pharmacy, Fine Arts & Library Sciences, BTech in Bio-Technology, Computer Science and Electronics and Communications will be introduced with Diploma Courses in Cyber Crime Prosecution and Defense, Multi Skill Hotel Operation, Himalayan Culture and Spirituality and in Urdu.

The Council decided to introduce Certificate Courses in Urdu, Chinese ,Japanies, Human Rights, Tourist Guide, Computer, Personality and Skill Development, Religious Tourism and Freedom Struggle Tourism.

It was decided to set-up eleven centers for Research and Extension in the phased manner to be started from the next academic session.

The centres proposed are Nano Science and Technology, Food Processing, Multi Media, Immunology and Infectious disease, Indian Religion Philosophy Thoughts and Culture, Environmental Studies, Pahari Language and Culture, Remote Sensing and GIS, Spiritualism, Jyotis and Yogic Studies, Social Exclusions and Inclusive Growth and Disabilities Studies.

The council recommended to establish ten new departments in phased manner, which included Anthropology, Archeology, Bio-Chemistry, Geology, Library and Information Science, Defense Studies, Fine Arts, Philosophy, Traditional Knowledge System and Pharmaceutical Sciences.

Seven new chairs of SS Bhatnagar for Science Education and Research, Shobha Singh, Visual Arts, J.C. Bose Life Sciences, Baba Bhalku Ram for Tourism, Transport & Hospitality, Sri Aurbindo for Indian Philosophy and Thoughts, Planning Commission and Reserve Bank of India Chair were proposed to be established.

The council recommended establishing a publication division in the university which prints text books, dissertation and original works of research scholars.

The council also announced that post-graduate examinations would be conducted from 26th November and the 19th university convocation would be held on 12th December, said the university spokesman.

Academic council approves new courses at Himachal Pradesh University

Shimla: Presided over by vice chancellor ADN Bajpai, the academic council of Himachal Pradesh university approved starting of dozens of new courses which included a masters program in biotechnology, information technology, remote sensing and others.

Other courses approved, university spokesman Ranvir Verma disclosed at the 63rd academic council meeting held today included MSc in Environmental Sciences, Statistics, Polymer Science and MA in Disaster Management, Hindi Journalism, Population & Development Studies and Tribal Studies).

It was also decided to start MBA in Infrastructure Development, Banking & Life Insurance, Retail Management, Bio-technology, Environment Management and Rural Development.

The council decided to introduce Post-graduate Courses in Financial Studies, Accounts and Taxations, Costing, Banking and Insurance and Retail management with short term special courses in Veda, Vyakarana ,Darshana and Himalyan Culture and Spirituality.

It also recommended to start Post-graduate Diploma Courses in Cultural Tourism, Adventure Sports, Pahari Miniature Painting, Bio-informatics, Buddhists Studies, Cyber Law and IPR & Patent Law.

Bachelor Degree Courses in Pharmacy, Fine Arts & Library Sciences, BTech in Bio-Technology, Computer Science and Electronics and Communications will be introduced with Diploma Courses in Cyber Crime Prosecution and Defense, Multi Skill Hotel Operation, Himalayan Culture and Spirituality and in Urdu.

The Council decided to introduce Certificate Courses in Urdu, Chinese ,Japanies, Human Rights, Tourist Guide, Computer, Personality and Skill Development, Religious Tourism and Freedom Struggle Tourism.

It was decided to set-up eleven centers for Research and Extension in the phased manner to be started from the next academic session.

The centres proposed are Nano Science and Technology, Food Processing, Multi Media, Immunology and Infectious disease, Indian Religion Philosophy Thoughts and Culture, Environmental Studies, Pahari Language and Culture, Remote Sensing and GIS, Spiritualism, Jyotis and Yogic Studies, Social Exclusions and Inclusive Growth and Disabilities Studies.

The council recommended to establish ten new departments in phased manner, which included Anthropology, Archeology, Bio-Chemistry, Geology, Library and Information Science, Defense Studies, Fine Arts, Philosophy, Traditional Knowledge System and Pharmaceutical Sciences.

Seven new chairs of SS Bhatnagar for Science Education and Research, Shobha Singh, Visual Arts, J.C. Bose Life Sciences, Baba Bhalku Ram for Tourism, Transport & Hospitality, Sri Aurbindo for Indian Philosophy and Thoughts, Planning Commission and Reserve Bank of India Chair were proposed to be established.

The council recommended establishing a publication division in the university which prints text books, dissertation and original works of research scholars.

The council also announced that post-graduate examinations would be conducted from 26th November and the 19th university convocation would be held on 12th December, said the university spokesman.

33 percent of teachers’ posts vacant in JNU

New Delhi : Nearly 33 percent of the teaching posts in Delhi’s premier Jawaharlal Nehru University are lying vacant, Minister of State for Human Resource Development D. Purandeshwari said Friday.

In reply to a written question in the Rajya Sabha, the minister said the University Grants Commission (UGC) has directed the JNU for filling the vacant posts as per University Grants Commission (UGC) regulations.

“The UGC has informed that it has directed the university vide its communication dated 21/9/2011 to fill up the vacant teaching posts as per the UGC’s regulations,” Purandeshwari said.

The minister also said that the Comptroller and Auditor General (CAG’s) comment in its report for relaxing criteria for appointing officials in the Jawaharlal Nehru University (JNU) was dropped after a reply from the university.

The CAG in its draft performance audit report for 2011-12 commented on relaxing the eligibility criteria for appointment of deputy registrar, assistant registrar and other posts.

“However, on being satisfied with the reply of the university, the CAG had dropped the comment from its final performance audit report,” the minister said.
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HP university launches news journal : Newsense

Shimla : Newsense , a lab journal was launched Monday by the journalism department of Himachal Pradesh university,Shimla .

“The journal was formally launched by the university vice chancellor ADN Bajpai . Later copies of the journal were distributed ,” said Vikas Dogra, assistant professor , HPU journalism department .

“With Newsense we are trying to explore the working of a real-life newspaper ,” Dogra told the Hill Post .

Culinary institute to come up at Haryana’s Pinjore

Chandigarh : A National Culinary Institute (NCI), the first of its kind in north India, would soon be set up at Haryana’s Pinjore to boost employment opportunities in tourism sector, an official said Thursday.

State Financial Commissioner and Principal Secretary, Tourism, Dhanpat Singh told reporters at the Yadvindra Gardens at Pinjore, 20 km from Chandigarh, that the union tourism ministry had already accorded in-principle approval to the Rs.5 crore project.

The project will be located close to the Mughal-era gardens for which Pinjore is famous.

“For this purpose, seven acres of land had been acquired from horticulture department. The institute would be funded by the central government and it would be maintained by Haryana Tourism,” Singh said.

He said that students would be imparted training about cookery and also advanced training in different cuisines like Indian, continental, Chinese, Thai and other recipes.

He said that those already associated with the field of tourism could also get advanced training in this institute to further widen their scope in the tourism industry.

The institute will start functioning next year.
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My visit to NIT Hamirpur

I visited NIT Hamirpur last week and made a presentation on the opportunities for higher education in the field engineering and science at IIT Bombay. I gave a broad perspective of the higher education and its need in a country like India. Some of the issue related to the amounts of scholarships were also discussed.

New innovative schemes have been started by IIT Bombay to attract quality students in the engineering and Science fields
and details are available on “http://www.iitb.ac.in/fellowship“. The fellowship gives an informal chance to the aspiring students to work in IIT Bombay and if they are found suitable, they are recommended to be selected as regular students for various programs.

Then, I apprised the students about the various challenges involved in the research projects, where they could probably contribute much more and make a niche for themselves. In response, around one dozens students have applied to IIT Bombay for this fellowship and I wish them all the best and hope that they get a chance to work at IIT Bombay and hope that this will set a precedent for the future generation of students.

Besides this lecture, I also visited Govt Senior Secondary School Ghumarwin and wanted to visit the degree college at Ghumarwin and Bilaspur. However, I could not succeed in meeting the students because of the ongoing yearly examinations. I hope that next time I shall be able to interact with the students in these places.

I also met the SDM Ghumarwin (Sh. Pradeep Thakur) and apprised him about the activities of the My Himachaland various initiatives taken by My Himachal under the leadership of Dr. Bhugol Chandel. He has also promised to help in the implementation of any the proposed and/or sponsored programs by My Himachal. With this I summarize my recent visit to HP (from 15-17 March, 2007) as a small initiative towards bringing more awareness in the student community.

Admissions open in IIT Bombay, Please check the links
Masters’ programs: http://www.iitb.ac.in/pgprgm.html
Doctor Programs: http://www.iitb.ac.in/rsrchprgm.html
Please take a note that there are M.Sc (Physics), M. Sc.(Chemistry). M.Sc.(Bio), M.Sc (Energy systems) and M. Phil programs in Humanities where many students from BSc background can apply. Check out the JAM test homepage at www.iitb.ac.in/jam

Hello world! Welcome to Himachal.us.

Hello world! Welcome to Himachal.us.

My Himachal is a non-religious and a non-political organization. My
Himachal’s mission is to preserve Himachal culture, promote, support and expand social and economic interests of Himachal Pradesh and its people worldwide. As the name suggests, My Himachal, it’s an effort, which is yours! It’s an effort from people like you, it is an effort for everyone and with everyone’s support.
With information technology, it is becoming easy to connect to everyone beyond physical boundaries. Technology also gives us power to unite and expand our efforts so as to preserve our rich culture and show it to rest of the world and at the same time generate various avenues for employment and development.

All these efforts are managed by a team of people who love Himachal from different parts of the world and are working hard to make Himachal the best state in India. In this effort, we all invite you to be part of it and write about Himachal. If you have stories about Himachal and want to share positive information about Himachal then you are welcome to be part of the team.

Spread the word about myHimachal. Link to us, use our banner or tell your friends. Thank you!

Sainik school entrance examinations on January 6th

Hamirpur: The Sainik Schools will hold an all-India entrance examination on Sunday, January 6, 2008 for the session 2008-09 for admission to classes Sixth and Ninth. Admission test will be held at various centers for all 21 Sainik Schools across the country barring Nagrota, Jammu and Kashmir , which will conduct a separate examination.

Boys between the age of 10 and 11 years as on July 1, 2008 can apply for admission to Class VI while those between 13 and 14 years are eligible for Class IX, a spokesman of the Sainik school, Sujanpur tira said today.

Necessary advertisements inviting applications are being issued by the respective Sainik Schools this month. The prospectus can be obtained by the candidates from the Sainik Schools where admission is desired on payment of Rupees 300/- ( Rs.200/- for SC/ST) by crossed Postal Order in favour of the Principal.

The Last date for receipt of applications is December 10, 2007, the spokesman said.

Admission is made strictly on merit in the entrance examination and subject to medical fitness. Reservation will be made in admission for 15% and 7½% seats for SC and ST candidates respectively. Besides 25% seats are reserved for wards of service personnel, including ex-servicemen.

Admission will also be made to Class XI subject to vacancy and criteria laid down by respective Sainik Schools.

The 21 Sainik Schools are located as under:

Andhra Pradesh (KORUKONDA-VIJIANAGARAM), Assam (GOALPARA), Bihar (NALANDA and GOPALGANJ), Gujarat (BALACHADI-JAMNAGAR), Himachal Pradesh (SUJANPUR TIRA), Haryana (KUNJPURA-KARNAL), Jharkhand (TILAIYA), Jammu and Kashmir (NAGROTA), Karnataka (BIJAPUR), Kerala (KAZHAKOOTAM-THIRUVANANTHAPURAM), Maharashtra (SATARA), Mainpur (IMPHAL), Madhya Pradesh (REWA), Nagaland (PUNGLWA), Orissa (BHUBANESWAR), Punjab (KAPURTHALA), Rajasthan (CHITTORGARH), Tamil Nadu (AMARAVATHINAGAR), Uttarakhand (GHORAKHAL) and West Bengal (PURULIA).

Sainik Schools are residential public schools and affiliated to the CBSE to impart education up to Class XII under 10+2 pattern. Central and state governments have instituted liberal scholarships for the benefit of socio-economically backward sections of society.

How to plan for your career in 21st century

In today’s global world, there is no dearth of jobs/professions and one can achieve the goal of finding an appropriate career with a right mix of talent, work spirit, dedication, patience and hard-work. However, the choice of getting into a particular stream or profession becomes limited due to stiff competition in the different fields. To quote, some of them are civil services, management, medical services and engineering. For instance, it is very difficult to get into the top institutes of these professions such as IITs, IIMs and AIIMS. Therefore, one should set a goal for his career based on his strengths, weaknesses, availability of opportunities and long term scopes in a particular field.

The pursuance of a particular career generally starts from either 10th or intermediate. While pursuing these qualifying studies at intermediate level, the student should make elaborate plans for his career and for achieving his goals; he should ask the following questions from himself as well as from his parents and guardians. A thorough discussion with your parents and guardians is necessary because to pursue a particular field of your interest, you need a continuous, unstinted and constant help in terms of encouragement, financial help and mental support for a fairly long period of 4 – 8 years.

  • What shall I become in my life?
  • Why to choose a particular career field?
  • What are the means and ways to realize those goals?
  • What are advantages and disadvantages of your chosen field?

Once you get satisfactory answers to these topics, then you should start collecting more information from different sources such as newspapers, magazines, seniors students, parents, relatives and most important INTERNET. In fact, internet is the best place to look for detailed information and discussion on various related issues including the various careers. In the next step, try to locate some people who are currently working in the same field. They are best one to tell you about the hardships involved in pursuing that career. Listen carefully to their views and advice. Also tell them as to what you think or what you know about that field. Don’t hesitate from asking them if you have any doubts, even if you think that they are very silly.

The next step is about collecting the information on universities/colleges/institutes, the minimum requirements for admission, such as, minimum marks required and the type of entrance examination. Also collect information on the extent of competition for that university and if you decide to pursue the same university, then how much effort you need to put in while preparing for the entrance tests.

After clearing all the hurdles and securing an admission in your dream institute/university, don’t think that you have achieved everything in your life. This is just the beginning of your dream goal. You have cleared the first step successfully and to go on to the next step, you should redouble you efforts and work hard towards the realization of your final goal.

While passing through all these hurdles, learn to be patient and have a regard for your parents, elders, your community, society and country. Because the society will judge you from what and how much contribution you have made to it.

Sainik school Sujanpur Tihra

Hello everyone , today what I am going to tell you is the part of my life which I am never going to forget till my last breath……….

Hope that it will help someone in future .

About The School

Sainik School Sujanpur Tira is located in the historical town Sujanpur Tira famous for its NARBADESHWAR temple, which claims some good miniature painting of Kangra Style and only idol of Lord Shiva. ‘Sujanpur Tira’ is situated in district Hamirpur (Himachal Pradesh) at a distance of 24 KMS from the district town. The school is located on the western end of the famous chaugan in an area of land measuring about 328 kanals.

The school maintaining a total strength of 525 boys in the class VI to XII. To accommodate such a huge strength of Students School has six Houses-Beas, Satluj, Ravi, Chenab, Yamuna and Jhelam. Each House functions under the supervision of a House Master. Along with these residential facilities school has well-equipped classrooms, Laboratories, Computer Laboratory. Smart classroom, a Gymnasium, Tennis Courts, Squash Court, a well hygienic Dining hall, a small infirmary close to Govt. hospital and extensive playgrounds.

Oeuvres complètes de lord Byron (tome premier)

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Kishore Vaigyanik Protsahan yojna KVPY-2011

The “Kishore Vaigyanik Protsahan Yojana” is an ongoing program started by the Department of Science and Technology, Government of India, to encourage students of Basic Sciences, Engineering and Medicine to take up research careers in these areas. The aim of the program is to identify and encourage talented students with aptitude for research.

This program strives to assist the students to realise their potential and to ensure that the best scientific talent is tapped for research and development in the country. Generous scholarships are provided (up to the pre-Ph.D. level) to the selected students.

Through this scheme, Govt of India offers scholarships in the range of Rs. 4000/- to 7000/- per month along with a contingency amount of Rs. 16,000 -28,000/- per year.
Who can apply
Students in XI and XII with science background, B.Sc. (I, II and III year), B Tech (any branch and year of engineering) and MBBS students

Application form and other details are available at
http://www.kvpy.org.in

The Childhood of Distinguished Women by William Henry Bower

 

Author: William Henry Bower
Title: The Childhood of Distinguished Women
Published: 1908
Language: English
LoC Class CT: History: Biography
Subject Women — Biography
EBook-No. 36519
Copyright Status: Public domain
From: gun: Project Gutenberg

Begin OF the book:

THE PRINCESS ALICE.

Begin of the book:
The Princess Alice was the second daughter and third child of our own beloved Queen Victoria and the late Prince Consort, “Albert the Good.”
Our deepest sorrowful interest has recently been excited by the touching and sudden way in which this lovely and gifted woman has been called from her home on earth to her eternal home in heaven.

The Princess was born on April 25th, 1843, and was very gladly welcomed by the warm, true mother’s heart of Her Majesty, who has ever shown and expressed the deepest love for her happy circle of girls and boys.

The first incident in the babyhood of the Princess Alice which attracts attention is the record of her christening. It was a very brilliant one, the Archbishop of Canterbury officiating, on June 2nd. The sponsors were the late King of Hanover, Ernest, the present Duke of Coburg, and the Princesses Sophia, Matilda, and Feodora.

We will give the Queen’s own words about the important choice of the royal infant’s names; Her Majesty thus writes:—”Our little baby is to be called Alice, an old English name, and the other names are to be Maud (another old English name, and the same as Matilda) and Mary, as she was born on Aunt Gloucester’s birthday.” Again, in writing to her uncle, the Queen’s account of the little Princess’s conduct was that “little Alice behaved extremely well.”

When quite a young child, the Princess Alice was remarkably quick, and earnestly enjoyed the acquirement of all the knowledge suitable to her years, and soon displayed intellectual talent of a high order.

Peculiarly sweet and amiable in her disposition, and patient and untiring in her love, the young Princess was a favourite in the royal nursery and schoolroom.

Her illustrious father found her when even a child as to age, quite his companion as to comprehension and mental capacities.

Two very special characteristics place the beloved Princess Alice in the highest range of distinguished women, and call for the deepest regard and respect from all hearts.

From her earliest youth, whatever was learned by her was thoroughly acquired, quietly and completely mastered, definitely and decidedly finished. And with her highly-refined, cultivated, and capacious mind, she also combined every domestic and feminine grace and duty, and was the useful, helpful English maiden, as well as singularly intellectual.

“In her teens,” the Princess was pronounced to be “one of the most accomplished young ladies in England.”

When the Queen visited Scotland in 1844, the Princess was too young to accompany the royal party, and Her Majesty thus writes of the separation. Just when they were ready for the journey, “Alice and the baby (Prince Alfred) were brought in, poor little things, to wish us good-bye.”

But in the course of a few years, all the children were able to participate in the Scotch journeys, and the Princess Alice became the constant companion of the Queen, riding with her over the lovely hills on ponies; visiting the poor women in the cottages, calling at the shop to purchase comforts for them; and at various times climbing the ascents to Feithort, or up Morven, Loch-na-Gar, and Ben Mac Dhui. This latter ascent was made through the dank mountain cloud; but this did not daunt the royal travellers, the Queen recording—”However, I and Alice rode to the very top, which we reached a few minutes past two; and here, at a cairn of stones, we lunched in a piercing cold wind…. Luncheon over, Albert ran off with Alice to the ridge to look at the splendid view, and sent for me to follow.”

In December, 1861, Prince Albert was attacked by the terrible disease which eventually proved fatal. The Princess Alice, although only seventeen, was the constant, unwearied nurse of her well-loved parent, and tended and watched him with the strongest filial love. To the last she kept her post, and when her aid and gentle care were no more needed, for he had passed away, she turned to soothe, comfort, and support her beloved mother with womanly and dutiful affection.

On the 1st of July, 1862, the Princess Alice married Prince Louis of Hesse, and proved a pattern wife and mother. But in 1878, her own little household group was smitten with diphtheria, and in nursing and caressing her darling children, she caught the disease herself. One child preceded her, the Princess Mary, who died November 16th, and on December 14th, the anniversary of her honoured father’s death, she, too, was summoned home.

The changes and sorrows of life, and, perhaps, especially the death, of a darling little one, who fell from a window, in 1873, and was killed by the fall, had been blessed to her by the Holy Spirit of God; and scenes of family sickness and bereavement seem to have led the endeared Princess Alice to that loving and sympathizing Saviour who is ever ready to save the heart that fully trusts in Him.

The whole English nation mourned for her, as for one near and dear to each, and a solemnity pervaded all classes, though Christmas was at hand.

Possibly the anticipation of Christmastide had been bright in her own loving spirit: if so, that anticipation was realized, for the first Christmas in heaven with Jesus Himself must indeed surpass the most joyous and happy one ever spent on earth.

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The Mystery of the Iron Box

Author: Bruce Campbell (1909-1995)
Published: 1952
LoC No.: 52013027
Title: The Mystery of the Iron Box
Language: English
LoC Class PZ: Language and Literatures: Juvenile belles lettres
Subject: Detective and mystery stories
Subject: Counterfeits and counterfeiting — Juvenile fiction
Category: Education
EBook-No.: 48144
From: Project Gutenberg

 

 

Begin of the book:

THE MYSTERY OF THE IRON BOX

KEN HOLT Mystery Stories
THE SECRET OF SKELETON ISLAND
THE RIDDLE OF THE STONE ELEPHANT
THE BLACK THUMB MYSTERY
THE CLUE OF THE MARKED CLAW
THE CLUE OF THE COILED COBRA
THE SECRET OF HANGMAN’S INN
THE MYSTERY OF THE IRON BOX
THE CLUE OF THE PHANTOM CAR
THE MYSTERY OF THE GALLOPING HORSE
THE MYSTERY OF THE GREEN FLAME
THE MYSTERY OF THE GRINNING TIGER
THE MYSTERY OF THE VANISHING MAGICIAN
THE MYSTERY OF THE SHATTERED GLASS
THE MYSTERY OF THE INVISIBLE ENEMY
THE MYSTERY OF GALLOWS CLIFF

Ken stifled a gasp. All over the table lay crisp counterfeit ten-dollar bills.


A KEN HOLT Mystery
THE MYSTERY OF
THE IRON BOX

By Bruce Campbell

GROSSET & DUNLAP Publishers

NEW YORK


COPYRIGHT, 1952, BY
BRUCE CAMPBELL
ALL RIGHTS RESERVED
PRINTED IN THE UNITED STATES OF AMERICA

CONTENTS

CHAPTER PAGE
I A Cold Draft 1
II A Fire 15
III A Scrap of Film 27
IV Booby Trap 39
V The Missing Ounces 50
VI Unexpected Caller 60
VII An Exploded Theory 75
VIII A Package Changes Hands 84
IX One More Link 94
X Nothing to Sneeze At 109
XI A Scheme for Attack 121
XII Cornered 132
XIII A Desperate Plan 143
XIV Heading for Deep Waters 157
XV Catapult 166
XVI With the Help of Fire 174
XVII Robbed by the Waves 183
XVIII The Iron Box Again 193
XIX Out of the Sky 202
XX Front-Page News 209

THE

 

Myths & Legends of Japan

Publish date: 1949
Author: Davis
Title: Myths & Legends of Japan
Alternate Title Myths and Legends of Japan
Language: English
LoC Class GR: Geography, Anthropology, Recreation: Folklore
Subject: Folklore — Japan
Subject: Legends — Japan
Subject: Mythology, Japanese

Begin of the book:

MYTHS & LEGENDS OF JAPAN

BY

F. HADLAND DAVIS

AUTHOR OF “THE LAND OF THE YELLOW SPRING AND OTHER

JAPANESE STORIES” “THE PERSIAN MYSTICS” ETC.

WITH THIRTY-TWO FULL-PAGE ILLUSTRATIONS

BY

EVELYN PAUL

 

 

 

LONDON
GEORGE G. HARRAP & COMPANY
9, PORTSMOUTH STREET, KINGSWAY, W. C.
1912

The Lovers who exchanged Fans. Fr. (See page 245)


DEDICATED TO
MY WIFE

[Pg v]

PREFACE

In writing Myths and Legends of Japan I have been much indebted to numerous authorities on Japanese subjects, and most especially to Lafcadio Hearn, who first revealed to me the Land of the Gods. It is impossible to enumerate all the writers who have assisted me in preparing this volume. I have borrowed from their work as persistently as Japan has borrowed from other countries, and I sincerely hope that, like Japan herself, I have made good use of the material I have obtained from so many sources.

I am indebted to Professor Basil Hall Chamberlain for placing his work at my disposal, and I have found his encyclopædic volume, Things Japanese, his translation of the Kojiki, hisMurray’s Hand-book for Japan (in collaboration with W. B. Mason), and his Japanese Poetry, of great value. I thank the Executors of the late Dr. W. G. Aston for permission to quote from this learned authority’s work. I have made use of his translation of the Nihongi (Transactions of the Japan Society, 1896) and have gathered much useful material from A History of Japanese Literature. I am indebted to Mr. F. Victor Dickins for allowing me to make use of his translation of the Taketori Monogatari and the Ho-jō-ki. My friend Mrs. C. M. Salwey has taken a sympathetic interest in my work, which has been invaluable to me. Her book, Fans of Japan, has supplied me with an exquisite legend, and many of her articles have yielded a rich harvest. I warmly thank Mr. Yone Noguchi for allowing me to quote from his poetry, and also Miss Clara A. Walsh for so kindly putting at my disposal her fascinating volume, The Master-Singers of Japan, published by Mr. John Murray in the “Wisdom of the East” series. My thanks are[Pg vi] due to Messrs. Houghton, Mifflin Company, for allowing me to quote from Lafcadio Hearn’s Glimpses of Unfamiliar Japan and The Japanese Letters of Lafcadio Hearn; to Messrs. George Allen & Sons, for giving me permission to quote from Sir F. T. Piggott’s Garden of Japan; to the Editor of the Academy, for permitting me to reprint my article on “Japanese Poetry,” and to Messrs. Cassell and Co. Ltd., for allowing me to reproduce “The Garden of Japan,” which I originally contributed to Cassell’s Magazine. The works of Dr. William Anderson, Sir Ernest Satow, Lord Redesdale, Madame Ozaki, Mr. R. Gordon Smith, Captain F. Brinkley, the late Rev. Arthur Lloyd, Mr. Henri L. Joly, Mr. K. Okakura, the Rev. W. E. Griffis, and others, have been of immense value to me, and in addition I very warmly thank all those writers I have left unnamed, through want of space, whose works have assisted me in the preparation of this volume.


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CONTENTS

Introduction

[Pg viii]A Note on Japanese Poetry
Gods and Goddesses
Genealogy of the Age of the Gods
Bibliography
Index of Poetical Quotations
Glossary and Index


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LIST OF ILLUSTRATIONS

The Lovers who exchanged Fans Frontispiece
Uzume awakens the Curiosity of Ama-terasu
Susa-no-o and Kushi-nada-hime
Hoori and the Sea God’s Daughter
Yorimasa slays the Vampire
Yorimasa and Benkei attacked by a ghostly company of the Taira Clan
Raiko and the Enchanted Maiden
Raiko slays the Goblin of Oyeyama
Prince Yamato and Takeru
Momotaro and the Pheasant
Hidesato and the Centipede
The Moonfolk demand the Lady Kaguya
Buddha and the Dragon
The Mikado and the Jewel Maiden
Jizō
A Kakemono Ghost
Sengen, the Goddess of Mount Fuji
Visu on Mount Fuji-Yama
Kiyo and the Priest
Yuki-Onna, the Lady of the Snow
Shingé and Yoshisawa by the Violet Well
Matsu rescues Teoyo
Shinzaburō recognised Tsuyu and her maid Yoné
The Jelly-Fish and the Monkey
The Firefly Battle
Hōïchi-the-Earless
The Maiden of Unai
Urashima and the Sea King’s Daughter
Tokoyo and the Sea Serpent
The Kappa and his Victim
Kato Sayemon in his Palace of the Shōgun Ashikaga
Tōtarō and Samébito


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INTRODUCTION

Pierre Loti in Madame Chrysanthème, Gilbert and Sullivan in The Mikado, and Sir Edwin Arnold inSeas and Lands, gave us the impression that Japan was a real fairyland in the Far East. We were delighted with the prettiness and quaintness of that country, and still more with the prettiness and quaintness of the Japanese people. We laughed at their topsy-turvy ways, regarded the Japanese woman, in her rich-coloured kimono, as altogether charming and fascinating, and had a vague notion that the principal features of Nippon were the tea-houses, cherry-blossom, and geisha. Twenty years ago we did not take Japan very seriously. We still listen to the melodious music of The Mikado, but now we no longer regard Japan as a sort of glorified willow-pattern plate. The Land of the Rising Sun has become the Land of the Risen Sun, for we have learnt that her quaintness and prettiness, her fairy-like manners and customs, were but the outer signs of a great and progressive nation. To-day we recognise Japan as a power in the East, and her victory over the Russian has made her army and navy famous throughout the world.

The Japanese have always been an imitative nation, quick to absorb and utilise the religion, art, and social life of China, and, having set their own national seal upon what they have borrowed from the Celestial Kingdom, to look elsewhere for material that should strengthen and advance their position. This imitative quality is one of Japan’s most marked characteristics. She has ever been loath to impart information to others, but ready at all times to gain access to any form of knowledge likely to make for her advancement. In the fourteenth century Kenkō wrote in his Tsure-dzure-gusa:[Pg xii] “Nothing opens one’s eyes so much as travel, no matter where,” and the twentieth-century Japanese has put this excellent advice into practice. He has travelled far and wide, and has made good use of his varied observations. Japan’s power of imitation amounts to genius. East and West have contributed to her greatness, and it is a matter of surprise to many of us that a country so long isolated and for so many years bound by feudalism should, within a comparatively short space of time, master our Western system of warfare, as well as many of our ethical and social ideas, and become a great world-power. But Japan’s success has not been due entirely to clever imitation, neither has her place among the foremost nations been accomplished with such meteor-like rapidity as some would have us suppose.

We hear a good deal about the New Japan to-day, and are too prone to forget the significance of the Old upon which the present régime has been founded. Japan learnt from England, Germany and America all the tactics of modern warfare. She established an efficient army and navy on Western lines; but it must be remembered that Japan’s great heroes of to-day, Togo and Oyama, still have in their veins something of the old samurai spirit, still reflect through their modernity something of the meaning of Bushido. The Japanese character is still Japanese and not Western. Her greatness is to be found in her patriotism, in her loyalty and whole-hearted love of her country. Shintōism has taught her to revere the mighty dead; Buddhism, besides adding to her religious ideals, has contributed to her literature and art, and Christianity has had its effect in introducing all manner of beneficent social reforms.

There are many conflicting theories in regard to the racial origin of the Japanese people, and we have no[Pg xiii] definite knowledge on the subject. The first inhabitants of Japan were probably the Ainu, an Aryan people who possibly came from North-Eastern Asia at a time when the distance separating the Islands from the mainland was not so great as it is to-day. The Ainu were followed by two distinct Mongol invasions, and these invaders had no difficulty in subduing their predecessors; but in course of time the Mongols were driven northward by Malays from the Philippines. “By the year A.D. 500 the Ainu, the Mongol, and the Malay elements in the population had become one nation by much the same process as took place in England after the Norman Conquest. To the national characteristics it may be inferred that the Ainu contributed the power of resistance, the Mongol the intellectual qualities, and the Malay that handiness and adaptability which are the heritage of sailor-men.”[1] Such authorities as Baelz and Rein are of the opinion that the Japanese are Mongols, and although they have intermarried with the Ainu, “the two nations,” writes Professor B. H. Chamberlain, “are as distinct as the whites and reds in North America.” In spite of the fact that the Ainu is looked down upon in Japan, and regarded as a hairy aboriginal of interest to the anthropologist and the showman, a poor despised creature, who worships the bear as the emblem of strength and fierceness, he has, nevertheless, left his mark upon Japan. Fuji was possibly a corruption of Huchi, or Fuchi, the Ainu Goddess of Fire, and there is no doubt that these aborigines originated a vast number of geographical names, particularly in the north of the main island, that are recognisable to this day. We can also trace Ainu influence in regard to certain Japanese superstitions, such as the belief in the Kappa, or river monster.

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The Chinese called Japan Jih-pén, “the place the sun comes from,” because the archipelago was situated on the east of their own kingdom, and our word Japan and Nippon are corruptions of Jih-pén. Marco Polo called the country Zipangu, and one ancient name describes it as “The-Luxuriant-Reed-Plains-the-land-of-Fresh -Rice-Ears-of-a-Thousand-Autumns-of-Long-Five-Hundred-Autumns.” We are not surprised to find that such a very lengthy and descriptive title is not used by the Japanese to-day; but it is of interest to know that the old word for Japan, Yamato, is still frequently employed, Yamato Damashii signifying “The Spirit of Unconquerable Japan.” Then, again, we still hear Japan referred to as The Island of the Dragon-fly. We are told in the old Japanese Chronicles that the Emperor, in 630 B.C., ascended a hill called Waki Kamu no Hatsuma, from which he was able to view the land on all sides. He was much impressed by the beauty of the country, and said that it resembled “a dragon-fly licking its hinder parts,” and the Island received the name of Akitsu-Shima (“Island of the Dragon-fly”).

The Kojiki, or “Records of Ancient Matters,” completed A.D. 712, deals with the early traditions of the Japanese race, commencing with the myths, the basis of Shintōism, and gradually becoming more historical until it terminates in A.D. 628. Dr. W. G. Aston writes in A History of Japanese Literature: “The Kojiki, however valuable it may be for research into the mythology, the manners, the language, and the legends of early Japan, is a very poor production, whether we consider it as literature or as a record of facts. As history it cannot be compared with the Nihongi,[2] a contemporary work[Pg xv] in Chinese; while the language is a strange mixture of Chinese and Japanese, which there has been little attempt to endue with artistic quality. The circumstances under which it was composed are a partial explanation of the very curious style in which it is written. We are told that a man named Yasumaro, learned in Chinese, took it down from the lips of a certain Hiyeda no Are, who had such a wonderful memory that he ‘could repeat with his mouth whatever was placed before his eyes, and record in his heart whatever struck his ears.'” It is possible that Hiyeda no Are was one of the Kataribe or “Reciters,” whose duty it was to recite “ancient words” before the Mikado at the Court of Nara on certain State occasions.

The Kojiki and the Nihongi are the sources from which we learn the early myths and legends of Japan. In their pages we are introduced to Izanagi and Izanami, Ama-terasu, Susa-no-o, and numerous other divinities, and these august beings provide us with stories that are quaint, beautiful, quasi-humorous, and sometimes a little horrible. What could be more naïve than the love-making of Izanagi and Izanami, who conceived the idea of marrying each other after seeing the mating of two wagtails? In this ancient myth we trace the ascendency of the male over the female, an ascendency maintained in Japan until recent times, fostered, no doubt, by Kaibara’sOnna Daigaku, “The Greater Learning for Women.” But in the protracted quarrel between the Sun Goddess and her brother, the Impetuous Male, the old chroniclers lay emphasis upon the villainy of Susa-no-o; and Ama-terasu, a curious mingling of the divine and the feminine, is portrayed as an ideal type of Goddess. She is revealed preparing for warfare, making fortifications by stamping upon the ground, and she is also depicted[Pg xvi] peeping out of her rock-cavern and gazing in the Sacred Mirror. Ama-terasu is the central figure in Japanese mythology, for it is from the Sun Goddess that the Mikados are descended. In the cycle of legends known as the Period of the Gods, we are introduced to the Sacred Treasures, we discover the origin of the Japanese dance, and in imagination wander through the High Plain of Heaven, set foot upon the Floating Bridge, enter the Central Land of Reed-Plains, peep into the Land of Yomi, and follow Prince Fire-Fade into the Palace of the Sea King.

Early heroes and warriors are always regarded as minor divinities, and the very nature of Shintōism, associated with ancestor worship, has enriched those of Japan with many a fascinating legend. For strength, skill, endurance, and a happy knack of overcoming all manner of difficulties by a subtle form of quick-witted enterprise, the Japanese hero must necessarily take a high position among the famous warriors of other countries. There is something eminently chivalrous about the heroes of Japan that calls for special notice. The most valiant men are those who champion the cause of the weak or redress evil and tyranny of every kind, and we trace in the Japanese hero, who is very far from being a crude swashbuckler, these most excellent qualities. He is not always above criticism, and sometimes we find in him a touch of cunning, but such a characteristic is extremely rare, and very far from being a national trait. An innate love of poetry and the beautiful has had its refining influence upon the Japanese hero, with the result that his strength is combined with gentleness.

Benkei is one of the most lovable of Japanese heroes. He possessed the strength of many men, his tact amounted to genius, his sense of humour was strongly[Pg xvii] developed, and the most loving of Japanese mothers could not have shown more gentleness when his master’s wife gave birth to a child. When Yoshitsune and Benkei, at the head of the Minamoto host, had finally vanquished the Taira at the sea-fight of Dan-no-ura, their success awakened the jealousy of the Shōgun, and the two great warriors were forced to fly the country. We follow them across the sea, over mountains, outwitting again and again their numerous enemies. At Matsue a great army was sent out against these unfortunate warriors. Camp-fires stretched in a glittering line about the last resting-place of Yoshitsune and Benkei. In an apartment were Yoshitsune with his wife and little child. Death stood in the room, too, and it was better that Death should come at the order of Yoshitsune than at the command of the enemy without the gate. His child was killed by an attendant, and, holding his beloved wife’s head under his left arm, he plunged his sword deep into her throat. Having accomplished these things, Yoshitsune committed hara-kiri. Benkei, however, faced the enemy. He stood with his great legs apart, his back pressed against a rock. When the dawn came he was still standing with his legs apart, a thousand arrows in that brave body of his. Benkei was dead, but his was a death too strong to fall. The sun shone on a man who was a true hero, who had ever made good his words: “Where my lord goes, to victory or to death, I shall follow him.”

Japan is a mountainous country, and in such countries we expect to find a race of hardy, brave men, and certainly the Land of the Rising Sun has given us many a warrior worthy to rank with the Knights of King Arthur. More than one legend deals with the destruction of devils and goblins, and of the rescue of[Pg xviii] maidens who had the misfortune to be their captives. One hero slays a great monster that crouched upon the roof of the Emperor’s palace, another despatches the Goblin of Oyeyama, another thrusts his sword through a gigantic spider, and another slays a serpent. All the Japanese heroes, whatever enterprise they may be engaged in, reveal the spirit of high adventure, and that loyalty of purpose, that cool disregard for danger and death which are still characteristic of the Japanese people to-day.

“The Bamboo-Cutter and the Moon-Maiden” (Chapter III) is adapted from a tenth-century story called Taketori Monogatari, and is the earliest example of the Japanese romance. The author is unknown, but he must have had an intimate knowledge of court life in Kyōto. All the characters in this very charming legend are Japanese, but most of the incidents have been borrowed from China, a country so rich in picturesque fairy-lore. Mr. F. V. Dickins writes concerning theTaketori Monogatari: “The art and grace of the story of the Lady Kaguya are native, its unstrained pathos, its natural sweetness, are its own, and in simple charm and purity of thought and language it has no rival in the fiction of either the Middle Kingdom or of the Dragon-fly Land.”

In studying Japanese legend one is particularly struck by its universality and also by its very sharp contrasts. Most nations have deified the sun and moon, the stars and mountains, and all the greatest works of Nature; but the Japanese have described the red blossoms of azaleas as the fires of the Gods, and the white snow of Fuji as the garments of Divine Beings. Their legend, on the one hand at any rate, is essentially poetical, and those who worshipped Mount Fuji also had ghostly tales to tell about the smallest insect. Too much stress[Pg xix] cannot be laid upon Japan’s love of Nature. The early myths recorded in the Kojiki and Nihongi are of considerable interest, but they cannot be compared with the later legends that have given souls to trees and flowers and butterflies, or with those pious traditions that have revealed so tenderly and yet so forcibly the divine significance of Nature. The Festival of the Dead could only have originated among a people to whom the beautiful is the mainstay and joy of life, for that festival is nothing less than a call to the departed dead to return to their old earthly haunts in the summer-time, to cross green hills dotted with pine-trees, to wander down winding ways, by lake and seashore, to linger in old, well-loved gardens, and to pass into homes where, without being seen, they see so much. To the Japanese mind, to those who still preserve the spirit of Old Yamato, the most glowing account of a Buddhist Paradise is not so fair as Japan in the summer-time.

Perhaps it is as well that Japanese myth, legend, fairy tale, and folk-lore are not exclusively poetical, or we should be in danger of becoming satiated with too much sweetness. It may be that we admire the arches of a Gothic cathedral none the less for having gazed upon the hideous gargoyles on the outside of the sacred edifice, and in the legends of Japan we find many grotesques in sharp contrast with the traditions associated with the gentle and loving Jizō. There is plenty of crude realism in Japanese legend. We are repelled by the Thunder God’s favourite repast, amazed by the magical power of foxes and cats; and the story of “Hōïchi-the-Earless” and of the corpse-eating priest afford striking examples of the combination of the weird and the horrible. In one story we laugh over the antics of a performing kettle, and in another we are[Pg xx] almost moved to tears when we read about a little Japanese quilt that murmured: “Elder Brother probably is cold? Nay, thou probably art cold?”

We have had numerous volumes of Japanese fairy tales, but hitherto no book has appeared giving a comprehensive study of the myths and legends of a country so rich in quaint and beautiful traditions, and it is hoped that the present volume, the result of much pleasant labour, will be a real contribution to the subject. I have made no attempt to make a complete collection of Japanese myths and legends because their number is legion; but I have endeavoured to make a judicious selection that shall at any rate be representative, and many of the stories contained in this volume will be new to the general reader.

Lafcadio Hearn wrote in one of his letters: “The fairy world seized my soul again, very softly and sweetly—as a child might a butterfly,” and if we too would adopt a similar spirit, we shall journey to the Land of the Gods, where the great Kōbō Daishi will write upon the sky and running water, upon our very hearts, something of the glamour and magic of Old Japan. With Kōbō Daishi for guide we shall witness the coming of Mount Fuji, wander in the Palace of the Sea King and in the Land of Perpetual Youth, watch the combats of mighty heroes, listen to the wisdom of saints, cross the Celestial River on a bridge of birds, and when we are weary nestle in the long sleeve of the ever-smiling Jizō.

F. HADLAND DAVIS


[1]The Full Recognition of Japan, by Robert P. Porter.

[2]Chronicles of Japan, completed A.D. 720, deals, in an interesting manner, with the myths, legends, poetry and history from the earliest times down to A.D. 697.


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CHAPTER I: THE PERIOD OF THE GODS


In the Beginning

We are told that in the very beginning “Heaven and Earth were not yet separated, and the In andYo not yet divided.” This reminds us of other cosmogony stories. The In and Yo, corresponding to the Chinese Yang and Yin, were the male and female principles. It was more convenient for the old Japanese writers to imagine the coming into being of creation in terms not very remote from their own manner of birth. In Polynesian mythology we find pretty much the same conception, where Rangi and Papa represented Heaven and Earth, and further parallels may be found in Egyptian and other cosmogony stories. In nearly all we find the male and female principles taking a prominent, and after all very rational, place. We are told in the Nihongithat these male and female principles “formed a chaotic mass like an egg which was of obscurely defined limits and contained germs.” Eventually this egg was quickened into life, and the purer and clearer part was drawn out and formed Heaven, while the heavier element settled down and became Earth, which was “compared to the floating of a fish sporting on the surface of the water.” A mysterious form resembling a reed-shoot suddenly appeared between Heaven and Earth, and as suddenly became transformed into a God called Kuni-toko-tachi, (“Land-eternal-stand-of-august-thing”). We may pass over the other divine births until we come to the important deities known as Izanagi and Izanami (“Male-who-invites” and “Female-who-invites”). About these beings has been woven an entrancing myth.

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Izanagi and Izanami

Izanagi and Izanami stood on the Floating Bridge of Heaven and looked down into the abyss. They inquired of each other if there were a country far, far below the great Floating Bridge. They were determined to find out. In order to do so they thrust down a jewel-spear, and found the ocean. Raising the spear a little, water dripped from it, coagulated, and became the island of Onogoro-jima (“Spontaneously-congeal-island”).

Upon this island the two deities descended. Shortly afterwards they desired to become husband and wife, though as a matter of fact they were brother and sister; but such a relationship in the East has never precluded marriage. These deities accordingly set up a pillar on the island. Izanagi walked round one way, and Izanami the other. When they met, Izanami said: “How delightful! I have met with a lovely youth.” One would have thought that this naïve remark would have pleased Izanagi; but it made him, extremely angry, and he retorted: “I am a man, and by that right should have spoken first. How is it that on the contrary thou, a woman, shouldst have been the first to speak? This is unlucky. Let us go round again.” So it happened that the two deities started afresh. Once again they met, and this time Izanagi remarked: “How delightful! I have met a lovely maiden.” Shortly after this very ingenuous proposal Izanagi and Izanami were married.

When Izanami had given birth to islands, seas, rivers, herbs, and trees, she and her lord consulted together, saying: “We have now produced the Great-Eight-Island country, with the mountains, rivers, herbs, and trees. Why should we not produce some one who shall be the Lord of the Universe?”

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The wish of these deities was fulfilled, for in due season Ama-terasu, the Sun Goddess, was born. She was known as “Heaven-Illumine-of-Great-Deity,” and was so extremely beautiful that her parents determined to send her up the Ladder of Heaven, and in the high sky above to cast for ever her glorious sunshine upon the earth.

Their next child was the Moon God, Tsuki-yumi. His silver radiance was not so fair as the golden effulgence of his sister, the Sun Goddess, but he was, nevertheless, deemed worthy to be her consort. So up the Ladder of Heaven climbed the Moon God. They soon quarrelled, and Ama-terasu said: “Thou art a wicked deity. I must not see thee face to face.” They were therefore separated by a day and night, and dwelt apart.

The next child of Izanagi and Izanami was Susa-no-o (“The Impetuous Male”). We shall return to Susa-no-o and his doings later on, and content ourselves for the present with confining our attention to his parents.

Izanami gave birth to the Fire God, Kagu-tsuchi. The birth of this child made her extremely ill. Izanagi knelt on the ground, bitterly weeping and lamenting. But his sorrow availed nothing, and Izanami crept away into the Land of Yomi (Hades).

Her lord, however, could not live without her, and he too went into the Land of Yomi. When he discovered her, she said regretfully: “My lord and husband, why is thy coming so late? I have already eaten of the cooking-furnace of Yomi. Nevertheless, I am about to lie down to rest. I pray thee do not look at me.”

Izanagi, moved by curiosity, refused to fulfil her wish. It was dark in the Land of Yomi, so he secretly took out his many-toothed comb, broke off a piece, and[Pg 24] lighted it. The sight that greeted him was ghastly and horrible in the extreme. His once beautiful wife had now become a swollen and festering creature. Eight varieties of Thunder Gods rested upon her. The Thunder of the Fire, Earth, and Mountain were all there leering upon him, and roaring with their great voices.

Izanagi grew frightened and disgusted, saying: “I have come unawares to a hideous and polluted land.” His wife retorted: “Why didst thou not observe that which I charged thee? Now am I put to shame.”

Izanami was so angry with her lord for ignoring her wish and breaking in upon her privacy that she sent the Eight Ugly Females of Yomi to pursue him. Izanagi drew his sword and fled down the dark regions of the Underworld. As he ran he took off his headdress, and flung it to the ground. It immediately became a bunch of grapes. When the Ugly Females saw it, they bent down and ate the luscious fruit. Izanami saw them pause, and deemed it wise to pursue her lord herself.

By this time Izanagi had reached the Even Pass of Yomi. Here he placed a huge rock, and eventually came face to face with Izanami. One would scarcely have thought that amid such exciting adventures Izanagi would have solemnly declared a divorce. But this is just what he did do. To this proposal his wife replied: “My dear lord and husband, if thou sayest so, I will strangle to death the people in one day.” This plaintive and threatening speech in no way influenced Izanagi, who readily replied that he would cause to be born in one day no less than fifteen hundred.

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The Phantom Friend

Author: Margaret Sutton (1903-2001)
Published: 1991
Title: The Phantom Friend: A Judy Bolton Mystery
Language: English
Subject: Missing persons — Juvenile fiction
Subject: Mystery and detective stories
Subject: Women detectives — Juvenile fiction
Subject: Bolton, Judy (Fictitious character) — Juvenile fiction
Copyright: Public domain

Begin of the book:

The Famous JUDY BOLTON Mystery Stories
By MARGARET SUTTON
In Order of Publication

THE VANISHING SHADOW
THE HAUNTED ATTIC
THE INVISIBLE CHIMES
SEVEN STRANGE CLUES
THE GHOST PARADE
THE YELLOW PHANTOM
THE MYSTIC BALL
THE VOICE IN THE SUITCASE
THE MYSTERIOUS HALF CAT
THE RIDDLE OF THE DOUBLE RING
THE UNFINISHED HOUSE
THE MIDNIGHT VISITOR
THE NAME ON THE BRACELET
THE CLUE IN THE PATCHWORK QUILT
THE MARK ON THE MIRROR
THE SECRET OF THE BARRED WINDOW
THE RAINBOW RIDDLE
THE LIVING PORTRAIT
THE SECRET OF THE MUSICAL TREE
THE WARNING ON THE WINDOW
THE CLUE OF THE STONE LANTERN
THE SPIRIT OF FOG ISLAND
THE BLACK CAT’S CLUE
THE FORBIDDEN CHEST
THE HAUNTED ROAD
THE CLUE IN THE RUINED CASTLE
THE TRAIL OF THE GREEN DOLL
THE HAUNTED FOUNTAIN
THE CLUE OF THE BROKEN WING
THE PHANTOM FRIEND

“The film will not be shown again!” Mr. Lenz said

“The film will not be shown again!” Mr. Lenz said

A Judy Bolton Mystery

THE PHANTOM
FRIEND

By
Margaret Sutton

Grosset & Dunlap
PUBLISHERS NEW YORK

© GROSSET & DUNLAP, INC. 1959
ALL RIGHTS RESERVED
PRINTED IN THE UNITED STATES OF AMERICA

To
Alice Thorne
Understanding Editor
and Real Friend

Contents

CHAPTERPAGE
IThe Empty Chair1
IIClarissa Valentine8
IIITour Thirteen15
IVStrange Questions22
VImpossible Answers30
VIAn Unfortunate Gift37
VIIA Hidden Danger43
VIIIThe Witch’s Curse51
IXInto the Mist59
XThe Wrong Direction66
XIOn the Train73
XIIA Night of Terror80
XIIIBefore Daylight88
XIVSerious Trouble94
XVThe Wrong Girl101
XVIThe Name on the Calendar107
XVIIA Wanted Thief113
XVIIIThieves of the Mind118
XIXUncovering the Facts125
XXIdentified130
XXIExplained136
XXIIReal Phantoms143
XXIIIA Curious Letter149
XXIVTrapped!155
XXVReal Friends161
XXVITalking Pillows169

The Phantom Friend

1

CHAPTER I
The Empty Chair

“I’ve had enough,” exclaimed Irene Meredith, ducking to protect her face from a biting wind that was blowing across the skating area at Radio City. “Wouldn’t you like to go inside now, Judy? It’s really too cold to enjoy ice skating.”

“It is cold,” Judy agreed. “What a difference from the way it was in the summer! They had chairs out here then, and there were flowered umbrellas over the tables. But with the big Christmas tree up, Radio City is still beautiful in spite of the cold. Don’t you wish—”

Judy did not finish the sentence.

“What’s the matter with you two?” Pauline Faulkner demanded as she stopped short, almost colliding with Judy and Irene. “You can’t just stop skating and gaze at the sights. Other people will bump into you. There, I knew it!”

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“Watch it!” someone called out just too late.

Florence Garner, the fourth member of the skating party, turned sharply on her skates and went sprawling. But she was soon picking herself up.

“Are you hurt, Flo?” Irene asked solicitously.

“We’re sorry,” Judy added. “We didn’t mean to upset you.”

“I’m upset in more ways than one,” Florence replied as the four girls skated off the ice. “Nothing is turning out the way I planned it. Pauline said—”

“Never mind what I said,” Judy’s dark-haired friend interrupted. “We’ll discuss it at lunch.”

Ten minutes later the rented skates had been returned, and the four girls were sitting around a table in a nearby restaurant. The waiter served steaming hot soup.

“This will warm us up,” Irene commented over her soup plate. “Remember, Judy, I promised you we’d skate by the golden statue the next time you came to New York, and now we’ve done it.”

“It was fun, but watching your television show will be the real treat,” Judy told her. “When do you have to be at the studio for rehearsal?”

“Not until two. There’s lots of time.” Irene looked at the girl she had first known as Judy Bolton. She herself had been Irene Lang then, a timid little mill worker with a secret ambition to become a singer. Now, although her ambition had been realized and she was also a happy young wife and mother, she still looked to Judy for advice.

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“I have a big decision to make,” Irene confessed. “If you were in my place, Judy, you’d know what to do. I don’t want your little namesake to think of her mommy as one of the ‘naughty’ people on television. That’s what she calls the people who do the commercials. We even have a little song we sing about it. Dale and I made it up to amuse little Judy. Of course, I’d never dare use it on my show,” Irene added with a laugh. “The sponsor would never get over it.”

“Sing it, Irene,” Judy urged her.

“Right here?” The Golden Girl of TV and radio looked about the restaurant as if she had been asked to commit a crime. “I couldn’t!”

“You could if you sang it very softly. Come on, I’d like to hear it, too,” Pauline urged.

“Oh, very well,” Irene gave in. “We call it ‘When I Grow Up,’ and it goes like this:

When I grow up I’ll be a teacher or a hostess on a plane,

Or perhaps I’ll be the weather girl and know about the rain.

I might sing and play like Mommy on TV or radio,

But I wouldn’t do commercials,

No, I wouldn’t do commercials,

No, I wouldn’t do commercials and interrupt the show.”

“I don’t like them much either,” agreed Judy after the song was over and she had stopped laughing. “Especially when you see the same thing over and over. It makes a person wonder—”

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“Wonder what?” asked Pauline.

Irene laughed. “Judy is always wondering about something,” she explained to Florence Garner. “Her husband, Peter Dobbs, calls her his wonder girl. Peter is—” She paused. “Shall I tell her, Judy?”

“She’ll find out anyway. He’s an FBI agent. It isn’t something you can keep from your friends. Of course,” Judy added, “there are times when it’s better if people don’t know.”

“Criminals, you mean?”

“I mean anybody. Right now Peter is away on an assignment. I don’t even know where he is. But let’s talk about you, Flo,” Judy suggested to change the subject. “Is it all right if I call you by your first name?”

“Of course. I know we just met today, but I feel as if I’d known you always,” the brown-haired girl returned warmly. “Pauline has told me so much about you. I work for an advertising agency on Madison Avenue not far from the office where Emily Grimshaw holds forth.”

Judy laughed. Pauline’s employer was a literary agent who peddled the works of busy authors like Irene’s husband, the detective story writer, Dale Meredith.

“She knows how to get contracts from publishers. Getting advertising accounts isn’t easy, either,” Florence continued. “I’m afraid a good many people share Irene’s feelings about commercials and with reason. You should hear those ad men when they’re in conference.”

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“I’ve read about them,” declared Judy. “Is it true that advertising agencies employ psychologists to probe into people’s minds and find out how to make them buy certain products?”

“Of course it’s true.” Pauline, the daughter of a psychiatrist, was indignant about it and said so.

“I don’t see any harm in that,” Flo said defensively. “They push the items they’re paid to put across. Take the golden hair wash people, for instance. It was pure inspiration when they thought of Irene to sponsor their product. Golden Girl—golden hair wash! Can’t you just see it on the TV screen? Their hair wash will sell like crazy—”

“And every girl will be a golden girl. I just can’t agree to it,” Irene interrupted. “I’d have to say I use the stuff when I don’t. My hair is naturally this color.”

“Mine is naturally this color, too. So help me!” put in Judy. “I dyed it once to disguise myself, but never again! Anyway, Peter likes redheads.”

Pauline, a blue-eyed, black-haired beauty, seemed to be studying the others at the table. Each girl had her own distinctive coloring. Irene, with her naturally golden blond hair, wore it in a short bob. “To keep little Judy from pulling it when we romp,” she said.

Judy wore her curly auburn hair in a long bob, while Florence Garner had her brown hair pinned high on her head. It, too, was curly and would have hung in ringlets if she had let it loose.

A fifth chair at the table was vacant. But Judy, suddenly a little homesick, could imagine Peter’s sister sitting there to complete the picture.

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“Honey’s hair is darker than yours, Irene,” she spoke up unexpectedly. “I call it honey colored. I hope she never uses that golden hair wash to change it. Honey simply wouldn’t be Honey without her lovely honey-colored hair.”

“Beauty is in the eye of the beholder,” Pauline quoted airily. “Honey’s hair is actually just plain dark blond.”

“Our advertising will be directed toward dark blonds. Naturally they want their hair to be golden. Who is Honey, anyway?” asked Flo. “You keep looking at that empty chair as if she were sitting at the table with us.”

“She is—in spirit.” This was Irene. Judy laughed and added, “Honey is Peter’s sister. We all love her, especially my brother, Horace. He’s a newspaper reporter, and she’s supplied him with plenty of news. There was a time when we didn’t know she existed—”

“No wonder!” exclaimed Flo, laughing. “She’s invisible now.”

“Judy is trying to tell you about one of the mysteries she solved,” Pauline explained, “but it’s no use, Judy. There have been so many. Phantoms just follow you around waiting for you to pull off their sheets and show them up for what they are.”

“And what are they?” asked Florence.

“Illusions, usually.” Judy found the word a little difficult to define. “People think they see things that are really something quite different. Or else they’re imaginary—”

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“Like our phantom friend in the chair,” Irene interrupted with a laugh. “Shall we ask the waiter to bring an extra order—”

“Are you expecting someone else to join you for lunch?” the waiter paused at the table to ask.

He had overheard only part of the conversation. Judy could hardly stop herself from laughing. She was about to tell him it was only a joke when a commotion at the cashier’s desk drew her attention.

“I gave you a twenty-dollar bill,” a tall girl with a country twang in her voice was insisting. “I know it was a twenty. But you’ve given me change for only a dollar. Where’s the other nineteen dollars?”

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CHAPTER II
Clarissa Valentine

“Isn’t that the girl who was sitting alone at the next table?” asked Judy. “I noticed her watching you and smiling when you were singing that song, Irene. She seemed to be enjoying it.”

“I knew I shouldn’t—”

Irene stopped. The girl at the cashier’s desk was really in trouble. Her voice had risen to a wail.

“You’re a thief!” she cried out melodramatically. “Daddy warned me against people like you.”

“Your daddy should have warned you to be more careful of your money,” the cashier retorted sarcastically. “If you’ve lost twenty dollars—”

“I didn’t lose it,” she insisted. “You took it from me!”

“Poor girl! She really thinks she’s been cheated,” Irene whispered.

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“She’s beautiful,” said Flo, “especially when she’s angry. That girl ought to be in advertising. She’s just the unspoiled type of beauty we’re looking for. Of course, she ought to do something about her hair.”

“Shampoo it with golden hair wash, I suppose? Please, Flo, don’t try to make her over,” Irene pleaded. “She’s in enough trouble as it is.”

“It looks as if the cashier is going to win the argument,” observed Judy. “I feel sorry for the girl if he really is trying to cheat her.”

“More likely she’s trying to cheat him. She could be putting on an act,” declared Pauline. “There, I told you so. Now she’s turned on the tears.”

In a moment the weeping country girl was surrounded by a little knot of concerned people who had left their tables to try and settle the matter. As they pressed toward him the cashier flung open the cash drawer.

“You see!” he pointed out. “There’s no twenty! I haven’t changed a twenty-dollar bill all day. She’s made a mistake—”

“I did not,” the girl retorted tearfully. “I know what I gave you. It was a twenty. Now I don’t have money enough for my fare home.”

“Where do you live?” he asked as if concerned.

“If I tell you, will you give me my nineteen dollars?”

“No!” he snapped. “You can’t get away with a trick like that.”

“Then I’ll call the police,” she threatened. “I won’t let you cheat me out of all the money I have.”

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“Do you think the police will believe you?” the man inquired in a lower tone.

“I don’t know!” cried the girl. “I don’t know what happened to my twenty dollars if I didn’t give it to you.”

“There!” he exclaimed triumphantly. “You’ve admitted you lost it before you came into this restaurant.”

“I did nothing of the kind. Doesn’t anybody in New York care about the truth?” The girl seemed to be asking this question of the other people in the restaurant. “Please, mister,” she began to plead, “give me back my change so I can go home.”

“I’m sorry.” The cashier seemed almost sympathetic. Yet he remained firm in his refusal to give the girl any money, insisting that she must have lost the bill she thought she gave him.

“Come, sit with us and tell us all about it.” Judy offered on impulse. “We care about the truth.”

“Then you’ll look in that man’s pockets,” declared the nearly hysterical girl. “He took it—”

“We would report him to the manager,” Florence Garner suggested.

“And make him lose his job? Mistakes happen,” declared Pauline Faulkner. “We have no way of knowing which of you is in the right.”

“That’s true.” The girl controlled her sobs and said, “It’s kind of you to take an interest in me. I needed that twenty—”

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“If we each chip in five dollars, you’ll still have money enough to take you home. You may consider it a loan,” Irene said.

“Thanks.” The girl smiled for the first time. “You’re a genuine Golden Girl. I’ve seen you on television. I recognized your voice, too, when you sang that funny song. You’re Irene Meredith!”

“Indeed I am.” Irene introduced the other girls and offered the newcomer the vacant chair at the table.

“Now our phantom friend is real,” declared Judy.

The girl looked startled. “I hope I’m real. Once,” she confessed, “I looked in the mirror, and there was no reflection. It scared me half out of my wits. Why do you call me a phantom friend?”

“We were pretending we had a fifth girl at the table. It was just a joke. You do have a name, don’t you?” Judy asked.

“It’s Clarissa,” the girl replied. “Clarissa Valentine.”

“That sounds like a stage name,” declared Pauline. “You aren’t an actress, are you?”

“No, but I’d like to be. That’s why I came to New York,” Clarissa admitted. “At home we had a little theater group for a while. But they’re old-fashioned down there. Some of the people in my father’s parish didn’t think it proper for a minister’s daughter to act on the stage. We had to give up the little theater, so I coaxed Daddy to let me come here. I thought I could get a little part on TV, but I was wrong. I couldn’t get any kind of a job. I was all out of money when Daddy sent me that twenty dollars for Christmas. He said he hoped I’d spend it for a ticket back home to West Virginia. I was going to take the train tonight.”

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“You can still take it if you let us help you. Meantime,” Florence Garner suggested, “why don’t you join us for a tour of Radio City, my treat?”

“Do you mean it?” asked Clarissa, obviously surprised. “Touring Radio City was one of the things I especially wanted to do. Will we see ourselves on television?”

“We certainly will.”

“Are you joking?” asked Judy. “How could we—”

“You’ll see,” Irene promised. “There’s a live show you may catch if you hurry. But perhaps you’d rather wait and see mine tonight. Francine Dow is playing the Sleeping Beauty. You’ll love her in it. I’m lucky to have her as a guest on my show. She can really act.”

“So can you, Irene.”

The Golden Girl of TV and radio tossed Judy’s compliment aside. “I can sing and tell stories. That’s about all. A part like this takes real talent. When you see the show you’ll understand. Notice the equipment and don’t be afraid to ask questions of the guide while you’re taking the tour,” Irene continued. “You’ll enjoy my show more if you know the types of cameras being used and understand what the men on the floor are doing.”

“Who are the men on the floor?” asked Clarissa.

“I haven’t time to tell you now. The guide will explain it. I must dash, or I’ll be late for rehearsal. Our studio is way uptown. Here’s the address.” Irene handed Judy a card on which she had written, “Admit four.” “That includes Clarissa if she wants to come. You know I’m not on one of the big networks.”

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“You could be,” Florence began.

“Please,” Irene stopped her. “I won’t be on anything if I’m late for rehearsal. Turn in your contributions, girls, and let’s go.”

Clarissa seemed almost too eager to accept the four bills the girls offered her. They paid the cashier, counting their change carefully, and left the restaurant together.

Outside, the wind had increased, sending swirls and flurries of snow ahead of them as they crossed the street. They could scarcely see each other through the whiteness in the air.

“I’ll leave you here. Cheer up, Flo. I’ll let you know my decision in a day or two,” Irene promised as she hurried off.

“Talk her into it, Judy,” urged Pauline.

The four girls had entered the RCA Building, glad of the warmth they found inside.

“Talk her into what?” asked Judy. “I’m afraid I don’t know the language. Do you have a new sponsor for Irene?”

“Yes, the golden hair wash people.”

“Oh,” Judy said and was suddenly silent.

“Would she be on one of the big networks?” asked Clarissa.

“Yes, the biggest. You’d see her on your TV at home, Judy. Isn’t that worth thinking about? You can talk her into it if anyone can,” Flo urged.

“I’ll discuss it with her. How do the rest of you feel about it?” asked Judy.

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“I think she ought to accept the offer,” Pauline volunteered. “There’s nothing wrong with commercials if they’re in good taste. Lots of stars do them.”

“It’s a selling job like any other. The sponsor pays for the program,” put in Flo. “I wish Irene could see it that way. She could sell golden hair wash.”

“She doesn’t believe in it,” Judy objected. “If she used the stuff herself it would be different.”

“I’d use it. I’d do anything,” declared Clarissa. “I’d dye my hair green to get on TV.”

“That’s hardly ever necessary,” laughed Flo.

“Do we really see ourselves on television when we take this tour?” Pauline questioned.

“I think so.”

Judy asked at the information desk to make sure and came back all excited. “It’s true!” she exclaimed. “The guide just told me.”

“Then what are we waiting for?” asked Clarissa.

Taking Judy’s arm, she pulled her on down the concourse until they came to a high desk where tickets were being sold. Judy found herself paying for them although Florence Garner had been the one to suggest the tour.

Clarissa clutched her ticket eagerly and whispered, as if to herself, “I hope I show. It would be terrible if I just faded away.”

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CHAPTER III
Tour Thirteen

“Did you say faded or fainted?” asked Judy. “People don’t faint away unless they’re ill. You feel all right, don’t you?”

“Just a little trembly,” Clarissa confessed. “I’m excited, I guess—”

“There’s nothing to be excited about,” Pauline told her. “I’ve taken this tour before. You just see behind the scenes in the different studios. It’s a little dull, really.”

Apparently Clarissa did not think so.

“Dull? How can you say that? If we see ourselves on television—”

A voice from a loudspeaker interrupted.

“Tour Thirteen leaves in five minutes.”

“That must be us!” exclaimed Judy.

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About a dozen people were waiting at the top of a short flight of stairs. Some of them were watching TV as they waited. Judy and her friends joined them. The set had been tuned to one of the local channels.

“It’s Teen Time Party!” exclaimed Pauline. “Wouldn’t you like to be there dancing?”

“They’re high school students, aren’t they?” asked Judy.

“Most of them, I guess. There are probably a few professionals among them,” Pauline added. “This one, for instance.”

A lovely, golden-haired girl and her partner were caught by the camera in a close-up. The announcer turned to the audience and said, “Isn’t her hair beautiful? You, too, can be a beautiful golden blonde. Shampoo glamorous new beauty into your hair with golden hair wash.”

“I use it. Why don’t you try it?” asked the girl on the television screen.

In a moment she was dancing again, mixing with the other teenagers as if she were one of them. She wasn’t a star. Judy had never seen her on television before.

“This,” she was thinking, “is all Irene would have to say. ‘I use it.’ Three little words, but they’re not true. Irene doesn’t use it. Maybe she should. Her hair is dull and drab. Why am I thinking that?” Judy asked herself. “It’s myhair that’s dull and drab.”

“Yours?” Florence asked. Judy had not realized she was speaking her thoughts aloud. Florence went on, “That’s funny, Judy. You wouldn’t want your hair any brighter than it is.”

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“No,” Judy admitted, “I guess I wouldn’t. I always thought it was too bright before. I don’t know why I said that.”

“I do,” Clarissa spoke up. “You read my thoughts. I was just thinking my hair is dull. I could be beautiful if I didn’t have this drab, dull hair. It was lighter when I was small. It was really golden then. But all at once it began to get darker. I changed in other ways, too. Mother says I must be a changeling—”

“Changelings aren’t real,” Pauline stopped her. “They’re what witches were supposed to leave when they snatched real children.”

“There’s a witch in Sleeping Beauty,” Flo put in. “Irene says her dance is the best thing in the whole show. This tour is nothing compared to what we’ll see tonight, but it will kill time until seven o’clock.”

“You mean six-thirty,” Judy corrected her. “We have to be at the studio half an hour before the show begins, and I would like to be there even earlier than that so Irene can explain things. There’s so much I don’t know.”

The guide, overhearing Judy’s remark, smiled and said, “So you’re going to visit the Golden Girl show?”

“It’s treason,” Pau…

The Only Woman in the Town, and Other Tales of the American Revolution

Publish date: 1899
Author: Sarah J.Prichard (Sarah Johnson), 1830-1909
Language: English
LoC Class PS: Language and Literatures: American and Canadian literature
Subject: Short stories
Subject: United States — History — Revolution, 1775-1783 — Fiction
Category: Text
EBook-No. 33334

Begin of the book:

The Only Woman in the Town

And Other Tales of the
American Revolution

by
SARAH J. PRICHARD

Author of the History of Waterbury, 1674-1783

PUBLISHED BY
MELICENT PORTER CHAPTER
Daughters of the American Revolution
Waterbury, Conn.
1898


Entered, according to Act of Congress, in the year 1898
By the Melicent Porter Chapter
Daughters of the American Revolution,
In the Office of the Librarian of Congress, at Washington


THE OLD PORTER HOUSE

In it were sheltered and cared for many soldiers in the War of the Revolution


PREFACE

The celebration of the Centennial Anniversary of the United States at the city of Philadelphia in 1876, and the exhibit there made of that nation’s wonderful growth and progress, gave a new and remarkable impulse to the germs of patriotism in American life. The following tales of the American Revolution—with the exception of the last—were written twenty-two years ago, and are the outcome of an interest then awakened. They all appeared in magazines and other publications of that period, from which they have been gathered into this volume, in the hope that thereby patriotism may grow stronger in the children of to-day.


CONTENTS

PAGE
The Only Woman in the Town 9
A Windham Lamb in Boston Town 38
How One Boy Helped the British Troops Out of Boston in 1776 47
Pussy Dean’s Beacon Fire 67
David Bushnell and His American Turtle 75
The Birthday of Our Nation 117
The Overthrow of the Statue of King George 127
Sleet and Snow 135
Patty Rutter: The Quaker Doll who slept in Independence Hall 151
Becca Blackstone’s Turkeys at Valley Forge 159
How Two Little Stockings Saved Fort Safety 169
A Day and a Night in the Old Porter House 181

THE ONLY WOMAN IN THE TOWN.

One hundred years and one ago, in Boston, at ten of the clock one April night, a church steeple had been climbed and a lantern hung out.

At ten, the same night, in mid-river of the Charles, oarsmen two, with passenger silent and grim, had seen the signal light out-swung, and rowed with speed for the Charlestown shore.

At eleven, the moon was risen, and the grim passenger, Paul Revere, had ridden up the Neck, encountered a foe, who opposed his ride into the country, and, after a brief delay, had gone on, leaving a British officer lying in a clay pit.

At midnight, a hundred ears had heard the flying horseman cry, “Up and arm. The Regulars are coming out!”

You know the story well. You have heard how the wild alarm ran from voice to voice and echoed beneath every roof, until the men of Lexington and Concord were stirred and aroused with patriotic fear for the safety of the public stores that had been committed to their keeping.

You know how, long ere the chill April day began to dawn, they had drawn, by horse power and by hand power, the cherished stores into 10safe hiding-places in the depth of friendly forest-coverts.

There is one thing about that day that you have not heard and I will tell you now. It is, how one little woman staid in the town of Concord, whence all the women save her had fled.

All the houses that were standing then, are very old-fashioned now, but there was one dwelling-place on Concord Common that was old-fashioned even then! It was the abode of Martha Moulton and “Uncle John.” Just who “Uncle John” was, is not known to the writer, but he was probably Martha Moulton’s uncle. The uncle, it appears by record, was eighty-five years old; while the niece was only three-score and eleven.

Once and again that morning, a friendly hand had pulled the latch-string at Martha Moulton’s kitchen entrance and offered to convey herself and treasures away, but, to either proffer, she had said: “No, I must stay until Uncle John gets the cricks out of his back, if all the British soldiers in the land march into town.”

At last, came Joe Devins, a lad of fifteen years—Joe’s two astonished eyes peered for a moment into Martha Moulton’s kitchen, and then eyes and owner dashed into the room, to learn what the sight he there saw could mean.

“Whew! Mother Moulton, what are you doing?”

“I’m getting Uncle John his breakfast to be 11sure, Joe,” she answered. “Have you seen so many sights this morning that you don’t know breakfast, when you see it? Have a care there, for hot fat will burn,” as she deftly poured the contents of a pan, fresh from the fire, into a dish.

Hungry Joe had been astir since the first drum had beat to arms at two of the clock. He gave one glance at the boiling cream and the slices of crisp pork swimming in it, as he gasped forth the words, “Getting breakfast in Concord this morning! Mother Moulton, you must be crazy.”

“So they tell me,” she said, serenely. “There comes Uncle John!” she added, as the clatter of a staff on the stone steps of the stairway outrang, for an instant, the cries of hurrying and confusion that filled the air of the street.

“Don’t you know, Mother Moulton,” Joe went on to say, “that every single woman and child have been carried off, where the Britishers won’t find ’em?”

“I don’t believe the king’s troops have stirred out of Boston,” she replied, going to the door leading to the stone staircase, to open it for Uncle John.

“Don’t believe it?” and Joe looked, as he echoed the words, as though only a boy could feel sufficient disgust at such a want of common sense, in full view of the fact, that Reuben Brown had just brought the news that eight men had been killed by the king’s Red Coats in Lexington, which fact he made haste to impart.

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“I won’t believe a word of it,” she said, stoutly, “until I see the soldiers coming.”

“Ah! Hear that!” cried Joe, tossing back his hair and swinging his arms triumphantly at an airy foe. “You won’t have to wait long. That signal is for the minute men. They are going to march out to meet the Red Coats. Wish I was a minute man, this minute.”

Meanwhile, poor Uncle John was getting down the steps of the stairway, with many a grimace and groan. As he touched the floor, Joe, his face beaming with excitement and enthusiasm, sprang to place a chair for him at the table, saying, “Good morning,” at the same moment.

“May be,” groaned Uncle John, “youngsters like you may think it is a good morning, but I don’t. Such a din and clatter as the fools have kept up all night long. If I had the power” (and now the poor old man fairly groaned with rage), “I’d make ’em quiet long enough to let an old man get a wink of sleep, when the rheumatism lets go.”

“I’m real sorry for you,” said Joe, “but you don’t know the news. The king’s troops, from camp, in Boston, are marching right down here, to carry off all our arms that they can find.”

“Are they?” was the sarcastic rejoinder. “It’s the best news I’ve heard in a long while. Wish they had my arms, this minute. They wouldn’t carry them a step further than they could help, I know. Run and tell them that mine are ready, Joe.”

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“But, Uncle John, wait until after breakfast, you’ll want to use them once more,” said Martha Moulton, trying to help him into a chair that Joe had placed on the white sanded floor.

Meanwhile, Joe Devins had ears for all the sounds that penetrated the kitchen from out of doors, and he had eyes for the slices of well-browned pork and the golden-hued Johnny-cake lying before the glowing coals on the broad hearth.

As the little woman bent to take up the breakfast, Joe, intent on doing some kindness for her in the way of saving treasures, asked, “Sha’n’t I help you, Mother Moulton?”

“I reckon I am not so old that I can’t lift a mite of corn-bread,” she replied with chilling severity.

“Oh, I didn’t mean to lift that thing,” he made haste to explain, “but to carry off things and hide ’em away, as everybody else has been doing half the night. I know a first-rate place up in the woods. Used to be a honey tree, you know, and it’s just as hollow as anything. Silver spoons and things would be just as safe in it—” but Joe’s words were interrupted by unusual tumult on the street and he ran off to learn the news, intending to return and get the breakfast that had been offered to him.

Presently he rushed back to the house with cheeks aflame and eyes ablaze with excitement. “They’re coming!” he cried. “They’re in sight down by the rocks. They see ’em marching, the men on the hill do!”

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“You don’t mean that it’s really true that the soldiers are coming here, right into our town!” cried Martha Moulton, rising in haste and bringing together, with rapid flourishes to right and to left, every fragment of silver on it. Divining her intent, Uncle John strove to hold fast his individual spoon, but she twitched it without ceremony out from his rheumatic old fingers, and ran next to the parlor cupboard, wherein lay her movable treasures.

“What in the world shall I do with them?” she cried, returning with her apron well filled, and borne down by the weight thereof.

“Give ’em to me,” cried Joe. “Here’s a basket. Drop ’em in, and I’ll run like a brush-fire through the town and across the old bridge, and hide ’em as safe as a weasel’s nap.”

Joe’s fingers were creamy; his mouth was half filled with Johnny-cake, and his pocket on the right bulged to its utmost capacity with the same, as he held forth the basket; but the little woman was afraid to trust him, as she had been afraid to trust her neighbors.

“No! No!” she replied, to his repeated offers. “I know what I’ll do. You, Joe Devins, stay right where you are until I come back, and, don’t you even look out of the window.”

“Dear, dear me!” she cried, flushed and anxious when she was out of sight of Uncle John and Joe. “I wish I’d given ’em to Colonel Barrett when he was here before daylight, 15only, Iwas afraid I should never get sight of them again.”

She drew off one of her stockings, filled it, tied the opening at the top with a string—plunged stocking and all into a pail full of water and proceeded to pour the contents into the well.

Just as the dark circle had closed over the blue stocking, Joe Devins’ face peered down the depths by her side, and his voice sounded out the words: “O Mother Moulton, the British will search the wells the very first thing. Of course, they expect to find things in wells!”

“Why didn’t you tell me before, Joe? but now it is too late.”

“I would, if I had known what you was going to do; they’d been a sight safer in the honey tree.”

“Yes, and what a fool I’ve been—flung my watch into the well with the spoons!”

“Well, well! Don’t stand there, looking!” as she hovered over the high curb, with her hand on the bucket. “Everybody will know, if you do.”

“Martha! Martha!” shrieked Uncle John’s quavering voice from the house door.

“Bless my heart!” she exclaimed, hurrying back over the stones.

“What’s the matter with your heart?” questioned Joe.

“Nothing. I was thinking of Uncle John’s money,” she answered.

“Has he got money?” cried Joe. “I thought 16he was poor, and you took care of him because you were so good!”

Not one word that Joe uttered did the little woman hear. She was already by Uncle John’s side and asking him for the key to his strong box.

Uncle John’s rheumatism was terribly exasperating. “No, I won’t give it to you!” he cried, “and nobody shall have it as long as I am above ground.”

“Then the soldiers will carry it off,” she said.

“Let ’em!” was his reply, grasping his staff firmly with both hands and gleaming defiance out of his wide, pale eyes. “You won’t get the key, even if they do.”

At this instant, a voice at the doorway shouted the words, “Hide, hide away somewhere, Mother Moulton, for the Red Coats are in sight this minute!”

She heard the warning, and giving one glance at Uncle John, which look was answered by another “No, you won’t have it,” she grasped Joe Devins by the collar of his jacket and thrust him before her up the staircase so quickly that the boy had no chance to speak, until she released her hold, on the second floor, at the entrance to Uncle John’s room.

The idea of being taken a prisoner in such a manner, and by a woman, too, was too much for the lad’s endurance. “Let me go!” he cried, the instant he could recover his breath. “I won’t hide away in your garret, like a woman, I won’t. 17I want to see the militia and the minute men fight the troops, I do.”

“Help me first, Joe. Here, quick now! Let’s get this box out and up garret. We’ll hide it under the corn and it’ll be safe,” she coaxed.

The box was under Uncle John’s bed.

“What’s in the old thing anyhow?” questioned Joe, pulling with all his strength at it.

The box, or chest, was painted red, and was bound about by massive iron bands.

“I’ve never seen the inside of it,” said Mother Moulton. “It holds the poor old soul’s sole treasure, and I do want to save it for him if I can.”

They had drawn it with much hard endeavor as far as the garret stairs, but their united strength failed to lift it. “Heave it, now!” cried Joe, and lo! it was up two steps. So they turned it over and over with many a thudding thump;—every one of which thumps Uncle John heard and believed to be strokes upon the box itself to burst it asunder—until it was fairly shelved on the garret floor.

In the very midst of the overturnings, a voice from below had been heard crying out, “Let my box alone! Don’t you break it open! If you do, I’ll—I’ll—” but, whatever the poor manmeant to threaten as a penalty, he could not think of anything half severe enough to say, so left it uncertain as to the punishment that might be looked for.

“Poor old soul!” ejaculated the little woman, her soft white curls in disorder and the pink color rising from her cheeks to her fair forehead, as she 18bent to help Joe drag the box beneath the rafter’s edge.

“Now, Joe,” she said, “we’ll heap nubbins over it, and if the soldiers want corn they’ll take good ears and never think of touching poor nubbins.” So they fell to work throwing corn over the red chest, until it was completely concealed from view.

Then Joe sprang to the high-up-window ledge in the point of the roof and took one glance out. “Oh, I see them, the Red Coats! ’Strue’s I live, there go our militia up the hill. I thought they was going to stand and defend. Shame on ’em, I say!” Jumping down and crying back to Mother Moulton, “I’m going to stand by the minute men,” he went down, three steps at a leap, and nearly overturned Uncle John on the stairs, who, with many groans, was trying to get to the defense of his strong box.

“What did you help her for, you scamp?” he demanded of Joe, flourishing his staff unpleasantly near the lad’s head.

“’Cause she asked me to, and couldn’t do it alone,” returned Joe, dodging the stick and disappearing from the scene at the very moment Martha Moulton encountered Uncle John.

“Your strong box is safe under nubbins in the garret, unless the house burns down, and now that you are up here, you had better stay,” she added soothingly, as she hastened by him to reach the kitchen below.

19

Once there, she paused a second or two to take resolution regarding her next act. She knew full well that there was not one second to spare, and yet she stood looking, apparently, into the glowing embers on the hearth. She was flushed and excited, both by the unwonted toil and the coming events. Cobwebs from the rafters had fallen on her hair and homespun dress, and would readily have betrayed her late occupation to any discerning soldier of the king.

A smile broke suddenly over her fair face, displacing for a brief second every trace of care. “It’s my old weapon, and I must use it,” she said, making a stately courtesy to an imaginary guest, and straightway disappeared within an adjoining room. With buttoned door and dropped curtains the little woman made haste to array herself in her finest raiment. In five minutes she reappeared in the kitchen, a picture pleasant to look at. In all New England, there could not be a more beautiful little old lady than Martha Moulton was that day. Her hair was guiltless now of cobwebs, but haloed her face with fluffy little curls of silvery whiteness, above which, like a crown, was a little cap of dotted muslin, pure as snow. Her erect figure, not a particle of the hard-working-day in it now, carried well the folds of a sheeny, black silk gown, over which she had tied an apron as spotless as the cap.

As she fastened back her gown and hurried away the signs of the breakfast she had not eaten, 20the clear pink tints seemed to come out with added beauty of coloring in her cheeks, while her hair seemed fairer and whiter than at any moment in her three-score and eleven years.

Once more, Joe Devins looked in. As he caught a glimpse of the picture she made, he paused to cry out: “All dressed up to meet the robbers! My, how fine you do look! I wouldn’t. I’d go and hide behind the nubbins. They’ll be here in less than five minutes now,” he cried, “and I’m going over the North Bridge to see what’s going on there.”

“O Joe, stay, won’t you?” she urged, but the lad was gone, and she was left alone to meet the foe, comforting herself with the thought, “They’ll treat me with more respect if I lookrespectable, and if I must die, I’ll die good-looking in my best clothes, anyhow.”

She threw a few sticks of hickory-wood on the embers and then drew out the little round stand, on which the family Bible was always lying. Recollecting that the British soldiers probably belonged to the Church of England, she hurried away to fetch Uncle John’s “prayer book.”

“They’ll have respect to me, if they find me reading that, I know,” she thought. Having drawn the round stand within sight of the well, and where she could also command a view of the staircase, she sat and waited for coming events.

Uncle John was keeping watch of the advancing troops from an upper window. “Martha,” he 21called, “you’d better come up. They’re close by, now.” To tell the truth, Uncle John himself was a little afraid; that is to say, he hadn’t quite courage enough to go down and, perhaps, encounter his own rheumatism and the king’s soldiers on the same stairway, and yet, he felt that he must defend Martha as well as he could.

The rap of a musket, quick and ringing, on the front door, startled the little woman from her apparent devotions. She did not move at the call of anything so profane. It was the custom of the time to have the front door divided into two parts, the lower half and the upper half. The former was closed and made fast, the upper could be swung open at will.

The soldier getting no reply, and doubtless thinking that the house was deserted, leaped over the chained lower half of the door.

At the clang of his bayonet against the brass trimmings, Martha Moulton groaned in spirit, for, if there was any one thing that she deemed essential to her comfort in this life, it was to keep spotless, speckless and in every way unharmed, the great knocker on her front door.

“Good, sound English metal, too,” she thought, “that an English soldier ought to know how to respect.”

As she heard the tramp of coming feet she only bent the closer over the Book of Prayer that lay open on her knee. Not one word did she read or see; she was inwardly trembling and outwardly 22watching the well and the staircase. But now, above all other sounds, broke the noise of Uncle John’s staff thrashing the upper step of the staircase, and the shrill, tremulous cry of the old man, defiant, doing his utmost for the defense of his castle.

The fingers that lay beneath the book tingled with desire to box the old man’s ears, for the policy he was pursuing would be fatal to the treasure in garret and in well; but she was forced to silence and inactivity.

As the king’s troops, Major Pitcairn at their head, reached the open door and saw the old lady, they paused. What could they do but look, for a moment, at the unexpected sight that met their view: a placid old lady in black silk and dotted muslin, with all the sweet solemnity of morning devotion hovering about the tidy apartment and seeming to centre at the round stand by which she sat,—this pretty woman, with pink and white face surmounted with fleecy little curls and crinkles and wisps of floating whiteness, who looked up to meet their gaze with such innocent, prayer-suffused eyes.

“Good morning, Mother,” said Major Pitcairn, raising his hat.

“Good morning, gentlemen and soldiers,” returned Martha Moulton. “You will pardon my not meeting you at the door, when you see that I was occupied in rendering service to the Lord of all.” She reverently closed the book, laid it on 23the table, and arose, with a stately bearing, to demand their wishes.

“We’re hungry, good woman,” spoke the commander, “and your hearth is the only hospitable one we’ve seen since we left Boston. With your good leave I’ll take a bit of this,” and he stooped to lift up the Johnny-cake that had been all this while on the hearth.

“I wish I had somet……

Whispering Walls by Mildred A. Wirt

Author: Wirt, Mildred A. (Mildred Augustine), 1905-2002
Published: 1946
Title: Whispering Walls
Language: English
Subject: Adventure and adventurers — Juvenile fiction
Subject: Mystery and detective stories
Subject: Parker, Penny (Fictitious character) — Juvenile fiction
Subject: Women detectives — Juvenile fiction
Copyright: Public domain

Begin of the book:

CONTENTS

CHAPTERPAGE
1 THE PLUMED SERPENT1
2 AN UNEXPLAINED DISAPPEARANCE11
3 A THATCHED ROOF COTTAGE19
4 BEHIND THE BUSHES26
5 AN EVIL CHARM35
6 MATCHES AND STRING44
7 WHISPERING WALLS51
8 GHOST OF THE DARK CORNERS61
9 JERRY ENTERS THE CASE68
10 CHEAP LODGING79
11 THE WOODEN DOLL90
12 SUPERSTITION98
13 MISSING FROM THE CHEST106
14 STORM WARNINGS114
15 MRS. RHETT’S ILLNESS123
16 AN OPEN WINDOW133
17 THE STOLEN WILL139
18 THROUGH THE WINDOW147
19 RISING WIND154
20 TWELVE STEPS DOWN164
21 CEREMONIAL CAVE172
22 STRANGER IN THE STORM180
23 IN THE PRESSROOM188
24 THE GRINNING GARGOYLE196
25 ON THE BALCONY206
[1]

CHAPTER
1
THE PLUMED SERPENT

Smoothly and with accurate aim, the slim girl in blue sweater and swinging skirt sent the heavy ball crashing down the polished floor of the bowling alley.

“Another strike, Penny!” cried her school companion, Louise Sidell, watching the tenpins topple helter skelter and vanish out of sight. “You’re certainly going like a house afire today!”

“Lucky, that’s all.” Penny Parker’s friendly grin widened as she chalked up the score. Brushing aside a sandy-gold lock of hair which had dropped over one eye, she suddenly squinted at the wall clock. “Ten minutes until four o’clock!” she exclaimed. “Lou, unless we call it a day, I’ll be late for work!”

“You and your work!” scoffed Louise, but she quickly sat down to remove her bowling shoes. “Why spend all your spare time at that old newspaper?”

[2]

“The Riverview Star is the best daily in the city!” Penny shot back proudly. “Anyway, I like being a reporter.”

“I’ll give you no argument on that point, my pet. You love it! Especially poking that freckled little nose of yours into every big story or mystery that comes along! Confess now, isn’t it the excitement you like, rather than the work?”

A twitch of Penny’s lips acknowledged the truth of her chum’s observation. Off and on for several years she had served in many capacities on theStar, a daily Riverview newspaper owned by her father, Anthony Parker.

Many of the publication’s best stories had carried her name. Now that school had started again, she was unable to work full time, but on this particular Saturday afternoon she had promised Editor DeWitt she would report at two o’clock. She had no intention of being late.

“Let’s go,” she urged, picking up her coat.

Louise trailed Penny to a desk where the cashier was absently listening to a short wave radio. As they paid their bill, the instrument suddenly blared a police order:

“Patrol 34—First National Bank, Main and Front Streets. Repeating, First National Bank, Main and Front Streets. See complainant. Patrol 34 in service.”

To Louise it was only a meaningless jumble of words but Penny instantly pricked up her ears.

[3]

“Front and Main is just around the corner! Maybe there’s been a robbery, Lou!”

“I hope not,” laughed Louise. “The First National’s where I keep my money. All $28.50 of it!”

Sweeping her change from the counter, Penny glanced again at the clock and came to a quick decision. Doubtless, the Star office would send a reporter to check the police call, but considerable time might elapse before anyone reached the bank.

“Let’s jog over there and see what’s doing,” she proposed.

Louise nodded, hastily pulling a tight-fitting hat over her dark curls. Penny was already out of the door, walking so fast that her chum was hard pressed to overtake her.

Rounding the corner at Main and Front Streets, the girls were just in time to see a patrol car park at the curb in front of the bank. A police sergeant was at the wheel, but before Penny could hail him, he and a companion vanished into the building. A third man posted himself at the door of the bank.

Penny walked over to him. “Anything doing?” she inquired in a friendly, off-hand way. “A robbery?”

“I wouldn’t know,” he replied curtly.

Fishing in a cluttered purse, Penny came up with a press card. “I’m from the Star,” she added, waving her credentials before him.

[4]

“You’ll have to talk to the sergeant if you want to get any information,” he said, relaxing slightly. “Go on in, if you want to.”

Louise kept close to Penny’s side as they started into the bank. But the policeman brought her up short by saying: “Just a minute, sister. Where’s your card?”

“She’s with me,” said Penny with careless assurance.

“So I see,” observed the patrolman dryly. “She can’t go in without a card.”

Argument was useless. Decidedly crestfallen, Louise retreated to wait, while Penny went on into the darkened building. Curtains had been drawn in the big marble-floored bank, and the place appeared deserted. Teller cages were locked and empty, for the bank had closed to the public at noon.

Pausing, Penny heard the faint and distant hum of voices. She glanced upward to a second story gallery devoted to offices, and saw two policemen talking to a third man who leaned against the iron railing.

“Apparently this is no robbery,” Penny thought, taking the marble steps two at a time. “Wonder what has happened?”

Breathlessly, she reached the top of the stairs. A short, thin man with glasses and a noticeably nervous manner stood talking to the two policemen. The sergeant, his back to Penny, started taking down notes.

[5]

“I’m Sergeant Gray,” the policeman said. “What’s your name?”

“Albert Potts,” the man replied.

“A clerk here?”

“Secretary to Mr. Hamilton Rhett, the bank president. I called the police because a situation has developed which worries me. This afternoon I talked to Mrs. Rhett who gave me no satisfaction whatsoever. I said to myself, ‘Albert Potts, this is a case for the police.’ But there must be no publicity.”

“What’s wrong?” Sergeant Gray asked impatiently.

“Mr. Rhett has disappeared. Exactly nine days ago at three o’clock he put on his hat, walked out of the bank and hasn’t been seen since.”

Here indeed was news! Mr. Rhett was socially prominent and a very wealthy banker. His disappearance would be certain to create a sensation in Riverview.

“So Mr. Rhett walked out of here nine days ago,” Sergeant Gray commented. “Why wasn’t it reported earlier to the police?”

“Because at first we thought nothing of it. If you will excuse me for saying so, Mr. Rhett never has taken his bank duties very seriously. He comes and goes very much as he pleases. Some days he fails to show up until afternoon. On several occasions he has been absent for a week at a time.”

[6]

“Then why does it seem so unusual now?”

“Yesterday I telephoned Mrs. Rhett. She said she had no idea what has become of her husband. I suggested notifying the police, but she discouraged it. In fact, she hung up the receiver while I was talking to her. Altogether, she acted in a most peculiar manner.”

“That was yesterday, you say?”

“Yes, I told myself, ‘Albert Potts, if Mrs. Rhett isn’t worried about her husband’s absence, it’s none of your business.’ I should have dismissed the matter thereupon, except that today I learned about the missing bonds.”

“Missing bonds?” inquired the sergeant alertly. “Go on.”

“Mr. Rhett handles securities for various trust funds. At the time of his disappearance, $250,000 in negotiable government bonds were in his possession.”

“You’re suggesting robbery?”

“I don’t know what to think. Mr. Rhett should have returned the securities to our vault in the basement. I assumed he had done so, until this morning in making a thorough check, I learned not a single bond had been turned in. I can only conclude that Mr. Rhett had them in his portfolio when he walked out of the bank.”

“So you decided to notify the police?”

[7]

“Exactly. It was my duty. Understand I wish to bring no embarrassment to Mrs. Rhett or to cast reflection upon my employer but—”

Albert Potts broke off, his gaze focusing upon Penny who had edged closer.

“Now who are you?” he demanded suspiciously.

Stepping forward, Penny introduced herself as aStar reporter.

“You have no business here!” the secretary snapped. “If you overheard what I just said, you’re not to print a line of it! Mrs. Rhett would never approve.”

“I did hear what you told Sergeant Gray,” replied Penny with dignity. “However, any report to the police is a matter of public record. It is for our editor to decide whether or not to use the story.”

Behind thick glasses, Mr. Potts’ watery eyes glinted angrily. He appeared on the verge of ordering the girl from the bank, but with an obvious effort regained control of his temper, and said curtly:

“If you must write a story, mind you keep the facts straight. Mr. Rhett hasn’t been seen in nine days and that’s all I know. He may return tomorrow. He may never appear.”

“Then you believe he’s been kidnapped?” Penny asked.

“I don’t know. There’s been no ransom demand.”

“Perhaps he absconded with the $250,000 in bonds.”

[8]

“Don’t quote me as making such a statement even if it should prove true! Mr. Rhett is a wealthy man—or rather, he acquired a fortune when he married a rich widow who set him up here as bank president. But don’t quote me on that either!” he exclaimed as Penny jotted down a few notes. “Leave my name out of it entirely!”

“Let’s have a look at Mr. Rhett’s office,” proposed Sergeant Gray.

“Follow me, please.”

His poise regained, Albert Potts led the way down the gallery to a large, spacious office room. On the polished mahogany desk rested a picture of an attractive woman in her early forties whom Penny guessed to be Mrs. Rhett. A door opened from the office into a directors’ room, and another onto a narrow outdoor balcony overlooking Front Street.

Sergeant Gray and the patrolman made a thorough inspection of the two rooms and Mr. Rhett’s desk.

“When last I saw the bonds, Mr. Rhett had them in the top drawer,” the secretary volunteered eagerly. “He should have returned them to the vault, but he failed to do so. Now they’re gone.”

“Then you examined the desk?”

“Oh, yes, I considered it my duty.”

While Penny remained in the background, Sergeant Gray asked Mr. Potts a number of questions about the bank president’s habits, and particularly his recent visitors. The secretary, whose fund of information seemed inexhaustible, had ready answers at the tip of his tongue. He even produced a memo pad upon which the names of several persons had been written.

[9]

“These were Mr. Rhett’s visitors on his last day here,” he explained. “So far as I know, all were business acquaintances.”

Writing down the names for future checking, Sergeant Gray inquired if Mr. Rhett had disagreed with any of the callers.

“A quarrel, you mean?” Mr. Potts hesitated, then answered with reluctance. “Only with his wife.”

“Mrs. Rhett came to the bank the day your employer last was seen?”

“Yes, they were to have had lunch together. She came late and they quarreled about Mr. Rhett’s work here in the bank. Finally she went away alone.”

“You heard the conversation between them?”

“Well, no,” Albert Potts said quickly. “Naturally I tried not to listen, but I did hear some of it.”

“Mrs. Rhett may be able to explain her husband’s absence,” commented Sergeant Gray.

“She refused me any information when I telephoned. That was one reason I decided to notify the police. The loss of $250,000 could be very embarrassing to the bank.”

“Who owns the bonds?”

[10]

“They belong to the Fred Harrington estate, 2756 Brightdale Avenue. If they aren’t produced soon, there will be trouble. I’ve worked here for 15 years. You don’t think anyone could possibly blame me, do you?”

The sergeant gave him a quick glance, but made no reply as he reexamined the mahogany desk. Finding nothing of interest, he slammed the top drawer shut.

From the back of the desk, a piece of paper fluttered to the floor, almost at Penny’s feet. Evidently it had jarred from the rear side of an overflowing drawer, or had been held between desk and plaster wall.

Without thinking, Penny stooped to retrieve the sheet. She glanced at it carelessly, and then with a shock of surprise, really studied it. Drawn across the center of the paper in black and red ink was a crude but sinister-looking winged serpent.

Raising her eyes, Penny saw Albert Potts’ cold gaze upon her. Was it imagination or did his shriveled face mirror fear?

“What have you there?” he demanded.

Penny gave the paper to Sergeant Gray. Mr. Potts moved quickly forward, to peer over the man’s shoulder.

“A plumed serpent!” he exclaimed.

“And read the words beneath it,” directed Penny.

Under the drawing in a cramped hand, had been scribbled: “This shall be the end.

[11]

CHAPTER
2
AN UNEXPLAINED DISAPPEARANCE

Sergeant Gray studied the strange drawing for a moment and then said to Albert Potts: “Can you explain the meaning of this picture? And the words written beneath it?”

For the first time since the start of the interview, the bank secretary seemed at a loss for words. Finally he stammered: “Why, no—I’ve never seen the drawing before. I don’t know how it got into Mr. Rhett’s desk.”

“You seemed to recognize the picture,” interposed Penny. “At least you called it a plumed serpent.”

“It is the symbol of an ancient cult, or at least that is what I take it to be. I’ve seen similar drawings in library books.”

“And the writing beneath it?” probed the sergeant.

“I am not sure,” the secretary murmured, ill at ease. “It slightly resembles Mr. Rhett’s writing.”

“You say you can’t explain how the paper came to be in Mr. Rhett’s desk?”

[12]

“My employer’s private life is none of my concern.”

“What do you mean—his private life?”

“Well, I hadn’t intended to tell you this,” Potts said unwillingly. “The truth is, Mr. Rhett was a strange man. He had queer interests and hobbies. I have been told he collects weird trophies of ancient cults.”

“Then this drawing probably has a connection with your employer’s hobby?”

“I wouldn’t know,” shrugged Potts. “If it weren’t for the handwriting, I might think someone had sent a warning to him. As it is, I’m completely in the dark.”

“Mr. Rhett had enemies?”

“He was a ruthless man and many persons disliked him. His friends were queer too. He preferred low class persons to people of culture and refinement. Why, only two days before his disappearance, he deliberately kept one of our largest stockholders waiting an hour while he chatted with a building porter! It was very humiliating! I had to tell Mrs. Biggs he was in conference, but I think she suspected the truth.”

“Do you have a photograph of Mr. Rhett?” the sergeant asked.

“I deeply regret I haven’t. For that matter, I never have seen a picture of him.”

“But you can describe the man?”

[13]

“Oh, yes. He is forty-five, though he looks older. His hair is gray at the temples. He wore an expensive tailored suit—brown, I believe. One of the most distinguishing marks I should say, is a scar on his left cheek.”

“I’ll send one of the detectives around,” Sergeant Gray promised. He had completed his investigation and with the other patrolman, started to leave the office.

Albert Potts drew a deep breath and seemed to relax. Only then did it occur to Penny that throughout the greater part of the interview he had stood in front of the outside balcony door, as if to shield it from attention.

Taking the plumed serpent drawing with them, Sergeant Gray and the patrolman left the office. Penny lingered, intending to ask Albert Potts a few questions about Mr. Rhett. But the man gave her no opportunity.

Barely had the others gone when he turned toward her, making no effort to mask his dislike.

“Now will you get out of here?” he demanded.

His tone annoyed Penny, and perversely made her determined to take her time in leaving. Deliberately she sidled over to the balcony door.

“Where does this lead?” she inquired.

“Outside.”

Penny opened the door, but Potts immediately barred the way.

[14]

“There’s nothing there except a balcony! Just get out of this office so I can lock up and go home! I’ve had a hard day, and you’re making it worse!”

For a reason she could not have explained, Penny felt a deep urge to annoy the nervous little man further. Ignoring his protests, she pushed past him out onto the balcony.

Guarded by a high iron railing and fence, it extended for perhaps fifty feet along several offices. At each end, projecting from the sloping slate roof, was a grotesque decorative gargoyle.

“You see!” rasped Potts. “There’s nothing here. Now are you satisfied?”

The gargoyle near the door had drawn Penny’s attention. Its carved stone body angled out from the building, terminating in a horned animal head with massive open jaws.

“Will it bite?” Grinning impishly at Potts she started to thrust an arm between the stone teeth.

To her astonishmen…..

The notebooks of Leonardo da Vinci

author: Leonardo Da Vinci
translator: Jean Paul Richter
publish date(translated): 1888
language: English
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Begin of the book:

The Notebooks of Leonardo Da Vinci

Volume 1

Translated by Jean Paul Richter

1888

PREFACE.

A singular fatality has ruled the destiny of nearly all the most famous of Leonardo da Vinci’s works. Two of the three most important were never completed, obstacles having arisen during his life-time, which obliged him to leave them unfinished; namely the Sforza Monument and the Wall-painting of the Battle of Anghiari, while the third—the picture of the Last Supper at Milan—has suffered irremediable injury from decay and the repeated restorations to which it was recklessly subjected during the XVIIth and XVIIIth centuries. Nevertheless, no other picture of the Renaissance has become so wellknown and popular through copies of every description.

Vasari says, and rightly, in his Life of Leonardo, “that he laboured much more by his word than in fact or by deed”, and the biographer evidently had in his mind the numerous works in Manuscript which have been preserved to this day. To us, now, it seems almost inexplicable that these valuable and interesting original texts should have remained so long unpublished, and indeed forgotten. It is certain that during the XVIth and XVIIth centuries their exceptional value was highly appreciated. This is proved not merely by the prices which they commanded, but also by the exceptional interest which has been attached to the change of ownership of merely a few pages of Manuscript.

That, notwithstanding this eagerness to possess the Manuscripts, their contents remained a mystery, can only be accounted for by the many and great difficulties attending the task of deciphering them. The handwriting is so peculiar that it requires considerable practice to read even a few detached phrases, much more to solve with any certainty the numerous difficulties of alternative readings, and to master the sense as a connected whole. Vasari observes with reference to Leonardos writing: “he wrote backwards, in rude characters, and with the left hand, so that any one who is not practised in reading them, cannot understand them”. The aid of a mirror in reading reversed handwriting appears to me available only for a first experimental reading. Speaking from my own experience, the persistent use of it is too fatiguing and inconvenient to be practically advisable, considering the enormous mass of Manuscripts to be deciphered. And as, after all, Leonardo’s handwriting runs backwards just as all Oriental character runs backwards—that is to say from right to left—the difficulty of reading direct from the writing is not insuperable. This obvious peculiarity in the writing is not, however, by any means the only obstacle in the way of mastering the text. Leonardo made use of an orthography peculiar to himself; he had a fashion of amalgamating several short words into one long one, or, again, he would quite arbitrarily divide a long word into two separate halves; added to this there is no punctuation whatever to regulate the division and construction of the sentences, nor are there any accents—and the reader may imagine that such difficulties were almost sufficient to make the task seem a desperate one to a beginner. It is therefore not surprising that the good intentions of some of Leonardo s most reverent admirers should have failed.

Leonardos literary labours in various departments both of Art and of Science were those essentially of an enquirer, hence the analytical method is that which he employs in arguing out his investigations and dissertations. The vast structure of his scientific theories is consequently built up of numerous separate researches, and it is much to be lamented that he should never have collated and arranged them. His love for detailed research—as it seems to me—was the reason that in almost all the Manuscripts, the different paragraphs appear to us to be in utter confusion; on one and the same page, observations on the most dissimilar subjects follow each other without any connection. A page, for instance, will begin with some principles of astronomy, or the motion of the earth; then come the laws of sound, and finally some precepts as to colour. Another page will begin with his investigations on the structure of the intestines, and end with philosophical remarks as to the relations of poetry to painting; and so forth.

Leonardo himself lamented this confusion, and for that reason I do not think that the publication of the texts in the order in which they occur in the originals would at all fulfil his intentions. No reader could find his way through such a labyrinth; Leonardo himself could not have done it.

Added to this, more than half of the five thousand manuscript pages which now remain to us, are written on loose leaves, and at present arranged in a manner which has no justification beyond the fancy of the collector who first brought them together to make volumes of more or less extent. Nay, even in the volumes, the pages of which were numbered by Leonardo himself, their order, so far as the connection of the texts was concerned, was obviously a matter of indifference to him. The only point he seems to have kept in view, when first writing down his notes, was that each observation should be complete to the end on the page on which it was begun. The exceptions to this rule are extremely few, and it is certainly noteworthy that we find in such cases, in bound volumes with his numbered pages, the written observations: “turn over”, “This is the continuation of the previous page”, and the like. Is not this sufficient to prove that it was only in quite exceptional cases that the writer intended the consecutive pages to remain connected, when he should, at last, carry out the often planned arrangement of his writings?

What this final arrangement was to be, Leonardo has in most cases indicated with considerable completeness. In other cases this authoritative clue is wanting, but the difficulties arising from this are not insuperable; for, as the subject of the separate paragraphs is always distinct and well defined in itself, it is quite possible to construct a well-planned whole, out of the scattered materials of his scientific system, and I may venture to state that I have devoted especial care and thought to the due execution of this responsible task.

The beginning of Leonardo’s literary labours dates from about his thirty-seventh year, and he seems to have carried them on without any serious interruption till his death. Thus the Manuscripts that remain represent a period of about thirty years. Within this space of time his handwriting altered so little that it is impossible to judge from it of the date of any particular text. The exact dates, indeed, can only be assigned to certain note-books in which the year is incidentally indicated, and in which the order of the leaves has not been altered since Leonardo used them. The assistance these afford for a chronological arrangement of the Manuscripts is generally self evident. By this clue I have assigned to the original Manuscripts now scattered through England, Italy and France, the order of their production, as in many matters of detail it is highly important to be able to verify the time and place at which certain observations were made and registered. For this purpose the Bibliography of the Manuscripts given at the end of Vol. II, may be regarded as an Index, not far short of complete, of all Leonardo s literary works now extant. The consecutive numbers (from 1 to 1566) at the head of each passage in this work, indicate their logical sequence with reference to the subjects; while the letters and figures to the left of each paragraph refer to the original Manuscript and number of the page, on which that particular passage is to be found. Thus the reader, by referring to the List of Manuscripts at the beginning of Volume I, and to the Bibliography at the end of Volume II, can, in every instance, easily ascertain, not merely the period to which the passage belongs, but also exactly where it stood in the original document. Thus, too, by following the sequence of the numbers in the Bibliographical index, the reader may reconstruct the original order of the Manuscripts and recompose the various texts to be found on the original sheets—so much of it, that is to say, as by its subject-matter came within the scope of this work. It may, however, be here observed that Leonardo s Manuscripts contain, besides the passages here printed, a great number of notes and dissertations on Mechanics, Physics, and some other subjects, many of which could only be satisfactorily dealt with by specialists. I have given as complete a review of these writings as seemed necessary in the Bibliographical notes.

In 1651, Raphael Trichet Dufresne, of Paris, published a selection from Leonardo’s writings on painting, and this treatise became so popular that it has since been reprinted about two-and-twenty times, and in six different languages. But none of these editions were derived from the original texts, which were supposed to have been lost, but from early copies, in which Leonardo’s text had been more or less mutilated, and which were all fragmentary. The oldest and on the whole the best copy of Leonardo’s essays and precepts on Painting is in the Vatican Library; this has been twice printed, first by Manzi, in 1817, and secondly by Ludwig, in 1882. Still, this ancient copy, and the published editions of it, contain much for which it would be rash to hold Leonardo responsible, and some portions—such as the very important rules for the proportions of the human figure—are wholly wanting; on the other hand they contain passages which, if they are genuine, cannot now be verified from any original Manuscript extant. These copies, at any rate neither give us the original order of the texts, as written by Leonardo, nor do they afford any substitute, by connecting them on a rational scheme; indeed, in their chaotic confusion they are anything rather than satisfactory reading. The fault, no doubt, rests with the compiler of the Vatican copy, which would seem to be the source whence all the published and extensively known texts were derived; for, instead of arranging the passages himself, he was satisfied with recording a suggestion for a final arrangement of them into eight distinct parts, without attempting to carry out his scheme. Under the mistaken idea that this plan of distribution might be that, not of the compiler, but of Leonardo himself, the various editors, down to the present day, have very injudiciously continued to adopt this order—or rather disorder.

I, like other enquirers, had given up the original Manuscript of the Trattato della Pittura for lost, till, in the beginning of 1880, I was enabled, by the liberality of Lord Ashburnham, to inspect his Manuscripts, and was so happy as to discover among them the original text of the best-known portion of the Trattato in his magnificent library at Ashburnham Place. Though this discovery was of a fragment only—but a considerable fragment—inciting me to further search, it gave the key to the mystery which had so long enveloped the first origin of all the known copies of the Trattato. The extensive researches I was subsequently enabled to prosecute, and the results of which are combined in this work, were only rendered possible by the unrestricted permission granted me to investigate all the Manuscripts by Leonardo dispersed throughout Europe, and to reproduce the highly important original sketches they contain, by the process of “photogravure”. Her Majesty the Queen graciously accorded me special permission to copy for publication the Manuscripts at the Royal Library at Windsor. The Commission Centrale Administrative de l’Institut de France, Paris, gave me, in the most liberal manner, in answer to an application from Sir Frederic Leighton, P. R. A., Corresponding member of the Institut, free permission to work for several months in their private collection at deciphering the Manuscripts preserved there. The same favour which Lord Ashburnham had already granted me was extended to me by the Earl of Leicester, the Marchese Trivulsi, and the Curators of the Ambrosian Library at Milan, by the Conte Manzoni at Rome and by other private owners of Manuscripts of Leonardo’s; as also by the Directors of the Louvre at Paris; the Accademia at Venice; the Uffizi at Florence; the Royal Library at Turin; and the British Museum, and the South Kensington Museum. I am also greatly indebted to the Librarians of these various collections for much assistance in my labours; and more particularly to Monsieur Louis Lalanne, of the Institut de France, the Abbate Ceriani, of the Ambrosian Library, Mr. Maude Thompson, Keeper of Manuscripts at the British Museum, Mr. Holmes, the Queens Librarian at Windsor, the Revd Vere Bayne, Librarian of Christ Church College at Oxford, and the Revd A. Napier, Librarian to the Earl of Leicester at Holkham Hall.

In correcting the Italian text for the press, I have had the advantage of valuable advice from the Commendatore Giov. Morelli, Senatore del Regno, and from Signor Gustavo Frizzoni, of Milan. The translation, under many difficulties, of the Italian text into English, is mainly due to Mrs. R. C. Bell; while the rendering of several of the most puzzling and important passages, particularly in the second half of Vol. I, I owe to the indefatigable interest taken in this work by Mr. E. J. Poynter R. A. Finally I must express my thanks to Mr. Alfred Marks, of Long Ditton, who has most kindly assisted me throughout in the revision of the proof sheets.

The notes and dissertations on the texts on Architecture in Vol. II
I owe to my friend Baron Henri de Geymuller, of Paris.

I may further mention with regard to the illustrations, that the negatives for the production of the “photo-gravures” by Monsieur Dujardin of Paris were all taken direct from the originals.

It is scarcely necessary to add that most of the drawings here reproduced in facsimile have never been published before. As I am now, on the termination of a work of several years’ duration, in a position to review the general tenour of Leonardos writings, I may perhaps be permitted to add a word as to my own estimate of the value of their contents. I have already shown that it is due to nothing but a fortuitous succession of unfortunate circumstances, that we should not, long since, have known Leonardo, not merely as a Painter, but as an Author, a Philosopher, and a Naturalist. There can be no doubt that in more than one department his principles and discoveries were infinitely more in accord with the teachings of modern science, than with the views of his contemporaries. For this reason his extraordinary gifts and merits are far more likely to be appreciated in our own time than they could have been during the preceding centuries. He has been unjustly accused of having squandered his powers, by beginning a variety of studies and then, having hardly begun, throwing them aside. The truth is that the labours of three centuries have hardly sufficed for the elucidation of some of the problems which occupied his mighty mind.

Alexander von Humboldt has borne witness that “he was the first to start on the road towards the point where all the impressions of our senses converge in the idea of the Unity of Nature” Nay, yet more may be said. The very words which are inscribed on the monument of Alexander von Humboldt himself, at Berlin, are perhaps the most appropriate in which we can sum up our estimate of Leonardo’s genius:

“…..

The Yellow Phantom

Author: Margaret Sutton (1903-2001)
Published: 1933
Title: The Yellow Phantom by Margaret Sutton
Language: English
Subject: Missing persons — Juvenile fiction
Subject: Mystery and detective stories
Subject: Women detectives — Juvenile fiction
Subject: Bolton, Judy (Fictitious character) — Juvenile fiction
Copyright: Public domain

Begin of the book:

THE YELLOW
PHANTOM

BY
MARGARET SUTTON
GROSSET & DUNLAP
PUBLISHERS NEW YORK

Copyright, 1933, by
GROSSET & DUNLAP, Inc.
All Rights Reserved
Printed in the United States of America

To My Mother and Father.

CONTENTS
CHAPTER PAGE
I A Mysterious Telegram 1
II Irene’s Discovery 11
III A Daring Scheme 22
IV How the Scheme Worked 27
V The Test 32
VI The New Yellow Gown 40
VII Emily Grimshaw Sees Things 46
VIII The Missing Poems 53
IX Suspicions 61
X Deductions 67
XI While the Orchestra Played 72
XII Irene’s Birthday 79
XIII Waiting 87
XIV The Immortal Joy Holiday 93
XV False Assurance 98
XVI Over the Radio 107
XVII The Only Answer 116
XVIII In the Tower Window 121
XIX Like a Fairy Tale 127
XX The Scent of Roses 135
XXI Another Juliet 145
XXII Trapped 154
XXIII To the Rescue 163
XXIV Premonition 171
XXV The Happy Ending 178
XXVI Her Majesty Arrives 187
XXVII Who Took the Manuscript? 198
XXVIII Dale’s Heroine 202

CHAPTER I

A MYSTERIOUS TELEGRAM

“Goodbye, Judy! Goodbye, Irene! Don’t like New York so well that you won’t want to come home!”

“Don’t keep them too long, Pauline! Farringdon will be as dead as so many bricks without them. Even the cats will miss Blackberry. Make him wave his paw, Judy!”

“Don’t forget to write!”

“Goodbye, Pauline! Goodbye, Judy! Goodbye, Irene!”

“Goodbye! Goodbye!”

And Peter’s car was off, bearing the last load of campers back to their home town.

Judy Bolton watched them out of sight. They were taking the familiar road, but she and Irene Lang would soon be traveling in the other direction. Pauline Faulkner had invited them for a visit, including Judy’s cat in the invitation, and they were going back with her to New York.

A long blue bus hove into view, and all three girls hailed it, at first expectantly, then frantically when they saw it was not stopping. It slowed down a few feet ahead of them, but when they attempted to board it the driver eyed Blackberry with disapproval.

“Can’t take the cat unless he’s in a crate.”

“He’s good,” Judy began. “He won’t be any trouble——”

“Can’t help it. Company’s rules.” And he was about to close the door when Judy’s quick idea saved the situation.

“All right, he’s in a crate,” she declared with vigor as she thrust the cat inside her own pretty hatbox. The hats she hastily removed and bundled under one arm.

The driver had to give in. He even grinned a bit sheepishly as the girls took their seats, Pauline and Irene together, “Because,” Judy insisted as she took the seat just behind them, “I have Blackberry.”

The other passengers on the bus were regarding the newcomers with amused interest. A ten-year-old boy brought forth a ball of twine and rolled it playfully in Blackberry’s direction. An old lady made purring noises through her lips. Everyone seemed to be nodding and smiling. Everyone except the serious young man across the aisle. He never turned his head.

Judy nudged the two friends in the seat ahead of her and confided a desire to do something—anything to make him look up.

“Why, Judy,” Irene replied, shocked. “I’ve been watching that man myself and he’s—he’s——”

“Well, what?”

“Almost my ideal.”

“Silly!” Judy laughed. “I’d like to bet he wouldn’t be so ideal if I did something to disturb those precious papers that he’s reading.”

“I dare you!” Pauline said.

Sixteen or not, the dare tempted Judy. It was an easy matter to let Blackberry out of the hatbox in her arms and down into the aisle. The cat’s plumelike tail did the rest.

The man looked up. But, to Judy’s surprise, he looked up with a smile. Irene, all contrition, hastened to apologize.

“No harm done,” he returned good-naturedly and began collecting his scattered papers. Soon he had them rearranged and resumed his reading. There were a great many typewritten sheets of paper, and he seemed to be reading critically, scratching out something here and adding something there.

“You were wrong,” Irene said, turning to Judy. “See how nice he was.”

“I should have known better than to dare a girl like you,” Pauline put in.

“It was horrid of me,” Judy admitted, now almost as interested as Irene in the strange young man. Not because he was Judy’s ideal—a man who wouldn’t notice a cat until its tail bumped into him—but because the papers on his lap might be important. And she had disturbed them.

The man, apparently unaware that the accident had been anybody’s fault, continued reading and correcting. Judy watched her cat carefully until the stack of papers was safely inside his portfolio again.

“That’s finished,” he announced as though speaking to himself. He screwed the top on his fountain pen, placed it in his pocket and then turned to the girls. “Nice scenery, wasn’t it?”

“It was,” Judy replied, laughing, “but you didn’t seem to be paying much attention to it.”

“I’ve been over this road a great many times,” he explained, “and one does tire of scenery, like anything else. Passengers in the bus are different.”

“You mean different from scenery?”

“Yes, and from each other. For instance, you with your ridiculous cat and your golden-haired friend who apologized for you and that small, dark girl are three distinct types.”

Judy regarded him curiously. She had never thought of herself or either of the other girls as “types.” Now she tried to analyze his meaning.

Their lives had certainly been different. Judy and Pauline, although of independent natures, had always felt the security of dependence upon their parents while Irene’s crippled father depended solely upon her. This responsibility made her seem older than her years—older and younger, too. She never could acquire Pauline’s poise or Judy’s fearlessness.

In appearance, too, they were different. Her first vacation had done wonders for Irene Lang. Now her usually pale cheeks glowed with healthy color, and her eyes were a deeper, happier blue. Two weeks of sunshine had tanned her skin and brought out all the gold in her hair.

Pauline, too, had acquired a becoming tan which made her hair look darker than ever and contrasted strangely with her keen, light blue eyes.

The sun had not been quite so kind to Judy. It had discovered a few faint freckles on her nose and given her hair a decided reddish cast. But Judy didn’t mind. Camp life had been exciting—boating, swimming and, as a climax, a thrilling ride in Arthur Farringdon-Pett’s new airplane.

The young man beside Judy was a little like Arthur in appearance—tall, good-looking but altogether too grown-up and serious. Judy liked boys to make jokes now and then, even tease the way her brother, Horace, did. Peter teased her, too.

“Queer,” she thought, “to miss being teased.”

This stranger seemed to like serious-minded people and presently changed the conversation to books and music, always favorite topics with Irene. Then Judy spoke about the work that he was doing but learned nothing except that “finished” in his case meant that he had succeeded in putting his papers back in their original sequence.

“And if you girls were all of the same type,” he added, “I doubt if I would have forgiven you your prank.”

“I guess he doesn’t care for my type,” Judy whispered to the other two girls a little later.

“Mine either,” Pauline returned with a laugh. “At least he wouldn’t if he knew I dared you.”

“Do you suppose,” Irene asked naïvely, “that he cares for my type?”

She looked very pathetic as she said that, and Judy, remembering Irene’s misfortunes, slid into the seat beside her and put a loving arm about her shoulder.

“I care for your type,” she said. “So why worry about what a stranger thinks?”

“I’m not,” Irene said, belying her answer with a wistful look in the stranger’s direction. He was still absorbed in the mountain of typewritten pages that he held on his knee. It seemed that his work, whatever it was, engrossed him completely. He was again making corrections and additions with his pen. Judy noticed a yellow slip of paper on the seat beside him and called the other girls’ attention to it.

“It looks like a telegram,” she whispered, “and he keeps referring to it.”

“Telegrams are usually bad news,” Irene replied.

The young man sat a little distance away from them and, to all appearances, had forgotten their existence. Girl-like, they discussed him, imagining him as everything from a politician to a cub reporter, finally deciding that, since he lived in Greenwich Village, he must be an artist. Irene said she liked to think of him as talented. A dreamer, she would have called him, if it had not been for his practical interest in the business at hand—those papers and that telegram.

It was dark by the time they reached New York. The passengers were restless and eager to be out of the bus. The young man hastily crammed his typewritten work into his portfolio and Judy noticed, just as the bus stopped, that he had forgotten the telegram. She and Irene both made a dive for it with the unfortunate result that when they stood up again each of them held a torn half of the yellow slip.

“Just our luck!” exclaimed Irene. “Now we can’t return it to him. Anyway, he’s gone.”

“We could piece it together,” Pauline suggested, promptly suiting her actions to her words. When the two jagged edges were fitted against each other, this is what the astonished girls read:

DALE MEREDITH
PLEASANT VALLEY PA
CUT ART SHOP ROBBERY STOP FIFTY THOUSAND
IS PLENTY STOP ONE MAN MURDERED INTERESTS
RANDALL STOP DISCUSS TERMS MONDAY
EMILY GRIMSHAW

Irene was the first to finish reading.

“Good heavens! What would he know about robbery and murder?” she exclaimed, staring first at the telegram in Pauline’s hand and then at the empty seat across the aisle.

“Why, nothing that I can think of. He didn’t seem like a crook. The telegram may be in code,” Pauline mused as she handed the torn pieces to Judy. “I like his name—Dale Meredith.”

“So do I. But Emily Grimshaw——”

“All out! Last stop!” the bus driver was calling. “Take care of that cat,” he said with a chuckle as he helped the girls with their suitcases.

They were still wondering about the strange telegram as they made their way through the crowd on Thirty-fourth Street.


CHAPTER II

IRENE’S DISCOVERY

A taxi soon brought the girls to the door of Dr. Faulkner’s nineteenth century stone house. The stoop had been torn down and replaced by a modern entrance hall, but the high ceilings and winding stairways were as impressive as ever.

Drinking in the fascination of it, Judy and Irene followed the man, Oliver, who carried their bags right up to the third floor where Pauline had a sitting room and a smaller bedroom all to herself. The former was furnished with a desk, sofa, easy chairs, numerous shaded lamps, a piano and a radio.

Here the man left them with a curt, “’Ere you are.”

“And it’s good to have you, my dears,” the more sociable housekeeper welcomed them. Soon she was bustling around the room setting their bags in order. She offered to help unpack.

“Never mind that now, Mary,” Pauline told her. “We’re dead tired and I can lend them some of my things for tonight.”

“Then I’ll fix up the double bed in the next room for your guests and leave you to yourselves,” the kind old lady said.

As soon as she had closed the door Judy lifted her cat out of the hatbox. With a grateful noise, halfway between a purr and a yowl, Blackberry leaped to the floor and began, at once, to explore the rooms.

“His padded feet were made for soft carpets,” Judy said fondly.

“How do you suppose he’d like gravel?” Pauline asked.

“Oh, he’d love it!” Judy exclaimed. “You know our cellar floor is covered with gravel, and he sleeps down there.”

“Is this gravel in the cellar?” Irene asked, beginning to get an attack of shivers.

Pauline laughed. “Goodness, no! It’s on the roof garden.” She walked across the room and flung open a door. “Nothing shivery about that, is there?”

“Nothing except the thought of standing on the top of one of those tall buildings,” Irene said, gazing upward as she followed Pauline.

The view fascinated Judy. Looking out across lower New York, she found a new world of gray buildings and flickering lights. In the other direction the Empire State Building loomed like a sentinel.

“I never dreamed New York was like this,” she breathed.

“It grows on a person,” Pauline declared. “I would never want to live in any other city. No matter how bored or how annoyed I may be during the day, at night I can always come up here and feel the thrill of having all this for a home.”

“I wish I had a home I could feel that way about,” Irene sighed.

The garden was too alluring for the girls to want to leave it. Even Blackberry had settled himself in a bed of geraniums. These and other plants in enormous boxes bordered the complete inclosure. Inside were wicker chairs, a table and a hammock hung between two posts.

“This is where I do all my studying,” Pauline said, “and you two girls may come up here and read if you like while I’m at school.”

“At school?” Judy repeated, dazed until she thought of something that she should have considered before accepting Pauline’s invitation. Of course Pauline would be in school. She hadn’t been given a holiday as the girls in Farringdon had when their school burned down. Judy and Irene would be left to entertain themselves all day unless Dr. Faulkner had some plans for them. Judy wondered where he was.

After they had gone inside again, that is, all of them except Blackberry who seemed to have adopted the roof garden as a permanent home, she became curious enough to ask.

“Oh, didn’t I tell you?” Pauline said in surprise. “Father is away. A medical conference in Europe. He’s always going somewhere like that, but he’ll be home in two or three weeks.”

“Then we’ll be alone for three weeks?” Irene asked, dismayed.

“Why not?” Pauline returned indifferently. “There’s nothing to be afraid of with servants in the house.”

But Irene was not used to servants. Ever since her father became disabled she had waited on herself and kept their shabby little house in apple-pie order. The house was closed now and their few good pieces of furniture put in storage. All summer long there would not be any rent problems or any cooking. Then, when fall came, she and her father would find a new home. Where it would be or how they would pay for it worried Irene when she thought about it. She tried not to think because Dr. Bolton had told her she needed a rest. Her father, a patient of the doctor’s, was undergoing treatments at the Farringdon Sanitarium. The treatments were being given according to Dr. Bolton’s directions but not by him as Judy’s home, too, was closed for the summer. Her parents had not intended to stay away more than a week or two, but influenza had swept the town where they were visiting. Naturally, the doctor stayed and his wife with him. Judy’s brother, a reporter and student of journalism, had gone to live in the college dormitory.

Thus it was that both girls knew they could not return to Farringdon no matter how homesick they might be. They had the cat for comfort and they had each other. Ever since Irene had come to work in Dr. Bolton’s office these two had been like sisters. Lois, Lorraine, Betty, Marge, Pauline—all of them were friends. But Irene and Honey, the other girl who had shared Judy’s home, were closer than that. Judy felt with them. She felt with Irene the longing of the other girl for something to hold fast to—a substantial home that could not be taken away at every whim of the landlord, just enough money so that she could afford to look her best and the security of some strong person to depend upon.

“Will your school last long?” Irene was asking the dark-haired girl.

“Not long enough,” Pauline sighed, revealing the fact that she too had troubles.

“Then you’ll be free?” Irene went on, unmindful of the sigh. “We can go places together? You’ll have time to show us around.”

Pauline shrugged her shoulders. “Don’t talk about time to me. Time will be my middle name after I graduate. There isn’t a single thing I really want to do, least of all stay at home all day. College is a bore unless you’re planning a career. What do you intend to do when you’re through school?”

“I hadn’t planned,” Irene said, “except that I want time to read and go ahead with my music. Of course I’ll keep house somewhere for Dad. It will be so nice to have him well again, and I love keeping house.”

“What about your work for my father?” Judy asked.

Irene’s eyes became troubled. “He doesn’t really need me any more. I know now, Judy, that you just made that position for me. It was lovely of you, but I—I’d just as soon not go back where I’m not needed. Your father trusts too many people ever to get rich and he could use that money he’s been paying me.”

“Don’t feel that way about it,” Judy begged.

Irene’s feelings, however, could not easily be changed, and with both girls having such grave worries the problem bid fair to be too great a one for even Judy to solve. Solving problems, she hoped, would eventually be her career for she planned to become a regular detective with a star under her coat. Now she confided this ambition to the other two girls.

“A detective!” Pauline gasped. “Why, Judy, only men are detectives. Can you imagine anyone taking a mere girl on the police force?”

“Chief Kelly, back home, would take her this very minute if she applied,” Irene declared.

Pauline nodded, easily convinced. This practical, black-haired, blue-eyed girl had helped Judy solve two mysteries and knew that she had talent. But Pauline didn’t want to meet crooks. She didn’t want to be bothered with sick or feeble-minded people and often felt thankful that her father, a brain specialist, had his offices elsewhere. Pauline wanted to meet cultured people who were also interesting.

“People, like that man we met on the bus,” she said, “who read and can discuss books intelligently. I’d hate to think of his being mixed up in anything crooked.”

“You can’t make me believe that he was,” Irene put in with a vigor quite rare for her. “Couldn’t you just see in his eyes that he was real?”

“I didn’t look in his eyes,” Judy returned with a laugh, “but you can be sure I’ll never be satisfied until we find out what that mysterious telegram meant.”

In the days that followed Judy learned that the mere mention of the stranger’s name, Dale Meredith, would cause either girl to cease worrying about a home or about a career, as the case might be.

“It’s almost magical,” she said to herself and had to admit that the spell was also upon her. Perhaps a dozen times a day she would puzzle over the torn papers in her pocketbook. But then, it was Judy’s nature to puzzle over things. It was for that reason that she usually chose detective stories whenever she sat down with a book. That hammock up there on the roof garden was an invitation to read, and soon Judy and Irene had finished all the suitable stories in Dr. Faulkner’s library. They had seen a few shows, gazed at a great many tall buildings, and found New York, generally, less thrilling from the street than it had been from the roof garden.

Pauline sensed this and worried about entertaining her guests. “How would you like to go and see Grant’s Tomb today?” she suggested.

“For Heaven’s sake, think of something a little more exciting than that,” Judy exclaimed thoughtlessly. “I’d rather find a library somewhere and then lie and read something in the hammock.”

“So would I,” agreed Irene, relieved that Judy hadn’t wanted to see the tomb.

“Well, if a library’s all you want,” Pauline said, “why not walk along with me and I’ll show you one on my way to school.”

“A big one?” Judy asked.

“No, just a small one. In fact, it’s only a bookshop with a circulating library for its customers.”

Judy sighed. It would seem nice to see something small for a change. She never recognized this library at all until they were almost inside the door. Then her eyes shone.

What an interesting place it was! On the counters were quaint gifts and novelties as well as books. The salesladies all wore smocks, like artists, and had the courtesy to leave the girls alone. Pauline had to hurry on to school but left Judy and Irene to browse. Before long they had discovered a sign reading MYSTERY AND ADVENTURE. That was what Judy liked. Rows and rows of new books, like soldiers, marched along the shelves.

“What a lot of flying stories,” Irene said, absently removing one of them from its place.

“And murder mysteries,” Judy added. “It’s always a temptation to read them. Murders in Castle Stein….”

She started back as her eye caught the author’s name.

It was Dale Meredith!


CHAPTER III

A DARING SCHEME

Thrilled by her discovery, Judy removed the torn pieces of telegram from her purse and began unraveling the mystery, bit by bit. Irene looked on, trembling with excitement.

“‘CUT ART SHOP ROBBERY STOP FIFTY THOUSAND IS PLENTY STOP….’ Art Shop Robbery! That sounds like a title! And someone wanted him to cut it to fifty thousand words—just a nice length for a book. That must have been what he was doing on the bus, cutting down the number of words on those typewritten pages.”

“Why, of course,” Irene agreed. “I always knew you were gifted, Judy, but can you explain this?” She pointed.

“‘ONE MAN MURDERED INTERESTS RANDALL….’ Easy as pie! Another title and a publisher.”

Judy tossed her head with a self-satisfied air of importance. Every one of their questions might be answered in the classified directory.

They found a telephone booth near by and a directory on the shelf beside it. Promptly turning to the list of publishing houses, Judy’s finger traveled down one complete page and half of another, but no Randall could she find. With a sigh of disappointment she turned to look again at the telegram:

“DISCUSS TERMS MONDAY”
“EMILY GRIMSHAW”

What sort of person was she? A relative? No. Relatives didn’t discuss terms with authors. Wives and sweethearts didn’t either. They might discuss his books, but not terms. Anyway Irene hoped that Dale Meredith had no wife or sweetheart, certainly not a sweetheart with a name like Emily Grimshaw. That name sounded as harsh to the ears as Dale Meredith sounded musical.

Flipping the pages of the directory, Judy came upon the answer to their question:

“AUTHOR’S AGENTS (See Literary Agents).”

“That might be it!”

She turned to the place and, beginning at the top of the page, both girls searched eagerly through the G’s…..

The Boys of the Wireless; Or, A Stirring Rescue from the Deep

Author: Frank Webster
Published: 1912
Title: The Boys of the Wireless; Or, A Stirring Rescue from the Deep
Language: English
Subject: Adventure and adventurers — Juvenile fiction
Subject: Mystery and detective stories
Subject: Parker, Penny (Fictitious character) — Juvenile fiction
Subject: Women detectives — Juvenile fiction
Copyright: Public domain

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TOM SPEEDILY GAVE THE CALL TO THE STATION AT THE DIXON PLACE.

THE BOYS OF THE WIRELESS

Or

A Stirring Rescue from the Deep

BY

FRANK V. WEBSTER

AUTHOR OF “AIRSHIP ANDY,” “COMRADES OF THE SADDLE,”
“BEN HARDY’S FLYING MACHINE,” “BOB THE CASTAWAY,” ETC.
ILLUSTRATED
NEW YORK
CUPPLES & LEON COMPANY
PUBLISHERS

BOOKS FOR BOYS

By FRANK V. WEBSTER

12mo. Cloth. Illustrated.

ONLY A FARM BOY
TOM, THE TELEPHONE BOY
THE BOY FROM THE RANCH
THE YOUNG TREASURE HUNTER
BOB, THE CASTAWAY
THE YOUNG FIREMEN OF LAKEVILLE
THE NEWSBOY PARTNERS
THE BOY PILOT OF THE LAKES
THE TWO BOY GOLD MINERS
JACK, THE RUNAWAY
COMRADES OF THE SADDLE
THE BOYS OF BELLWOOD SCHOOL
THE HIGH SCHOOL RIVALS
BOB CHESTER’S GRIT
AIRSHIP ANDY
DARRY, THE LIFE SAVER
DICK, THE BANK BOY
BEN HARDY’S FLYING MACHINE
THE BOYS OF THE WIRELESS
HARRY WATSON’S HIGH SCHOOL DAYS

Cupples & Leon Co., Publishers, New York

Copyright, 1912, by
CUPPLES & LEON COMPANY
THE BOYS OF THE WIRELESS

THE BOYS OF THE WIRELESS

CHAPTER I—TOM BARNES’ WIRELESS

“What’s that new-fangled thing on the blasted oak, Tom?”

“That, Ben, is a wireless.”

“Oh, you don’t say so!”

“Or, rather the start of one.”

“Say, you aren’t original or ambitious or anything like that, are you?”

The speaker, Ben Dixon, bestowed a look of admiration and interest on the chum he liked best of all in the world, Tom Barnes.

Tom was reckoned a genius in the little community in which he lived. He had the record of “always being up to something.” In the present instance he had been up a tree, it seemed. From “the new-fangled thing” Ben had discovered in passing the familiar landmark, the blasted oak, wires and rods ran up to quite a height, showing that some one had done some climbing.

Ben became instantly absorbed in an inspection of the contrivance before him. He himself had some mechanical talent. His father had been an inventor in a small way, and anything in which Tom had a part always attracted him.

“Tell me about it. What’s that thing up there?” asked Ben, pointing directly at some metal rods attached to the broken-off top of the tree.

“Those are antennae.”

“Looks like an—twenty!” chuckled Ben over his own joke. “There’s a whole network of them, isn’t there?”

“They run down to a relay, Ben, catching the electric waves striking the decoherer, which taps the coherer and disarranges a lot of brass filings by mechanical vibration. That’s the whole essence of the wireless—otherwise it is no different from common telegraphy—a group of parts each for individual service in transmitting or receiving the electric waves.”

“Thank you!” observed Ben drily. “How delightfully plain that all is! You rattle those scientific terms off good and spry, though.”

“So will you, as soon as you do what I’ve been doing,” asserted Tom.

“And what’s that?”

“Getting a glance at the real wireless outfit Mr. Edson is operating down at Sandy Point.”

“I heard of that,” nodded Ben.

“He’s a fine man,” said Tom enthusiastically. “He’s taken all kinds of trouble to post me and explain things I wanted to know. This little side show of mine is just an experiment on a small scale. I don’t expect any grand results. It will work out the principle, though, and when I get to taking messages——”

“What! you don’t mean to say you can do that?”

“Just that, Ben,” declared Tom confidently.

“From where?”

“Well, mostly from Mr. Edson’s station at Sandy Point, and maybe some stray ones that may slip past him.”

“Say!” cried Ben, on fire at once with emulation and optimism, “what’s the matter with me starting a station, too, down at my house? Then we could have all kinds of fun over our line.”

“It isn’t much work nor expense,” said Tom. “You can get an outfit cheap for a home-made apparatus—you need some coarse and fine wire for the main coil, a glass tube, a bell, sounder and a buzzer, some electromagnets——”

“I see,” interrupted Ben with a mock groan, “just a few things picked up anywhere. Oh, yes!”

“You won’t be discouraged once you get interested, Ben,” assured Tom. “We’ll talk about your starting a station later. Just now you can help me quite a bit if you want to.”

“Sure!” returned the enterprising Ben with vim.

“All right; I want to string a coil of new wire I got yesterday,” explained Tom, going around to the other side of the tree. “Why, it’s gone!” he cried.

“What’s gone?” queried Ben.

“The wire. Now, isn’t that a shame!” cried Tom indignantly, fussing around among the grass and bushes. “That coil couldn’t have walked away. Some one must have stolen it.”

“Don’t be too hasty, Tom. Some one passing by may have picked it up. You know the fellows are playing ball over in the meadow just beyond here. Some of them may have cut across and stumbled over your wire.”

“Couldn’t they see that I was putting up a station here?” demanded Tom with asperity.

“Station?” repeated Ben with a jolly laugh. “See here, old fellow, you forget that we scientific numbskulls wouldn’t know your contrivance here from a clothes dryer.”

“Well, come on, anyway. I’ve got to find that wire,” said Tom with determination.

In the distance they could hear the shouts of boys at play, and passing through some brushwood they came to the edge of the open meadow lining the river.

Half a dozen boys were engaged in various pastimes. Two of them playing at catch greeted Tom with enthusiasm.

There was no boy at Rockley Cove more popular than Tom Barnes. His father had farmed it, as the saying goes, at the edge of the little village for over a quarter of a century. While Mr. Barnes was not exactly a wealthy man he made a good living, and Tom dressed pretty well, and was kept at school right along. Now it was vacation time, and outside of a few chores about the house morning and evening Tom’s time was his own.

The result was that usually Tom had abundant leisure for sports. The welcome with which his advent was hailed therefore, was quite natural.

“I say, Tom,” suddenly spoke Ben, seizing the arm of his companion in some excitement, “there’s Mart Walters.”

“Ah, he’s here, is he?” exclaimed Tom, and started rapidly across the meadow to where a crowd of boys were grouped about a diving plank running out over the stream. “I’m bothered about that missing coil, but I guess I can take time to attend to Walters.”

The boy he alluded to was talking to several companions as Tom and Ben came up. His back was to the newcomers and he did not see them approach. Mart Walters was a fop and a braggart. Tom noticed that he was arrayed in his best, and his first overheard words announced that he was bragging as usual.

Mart was explaining to a credulous audience some of the wonderful feats in diving and swimming he had engaged in during a recent stay in Boston. With a good deal of boastful pride he alluded to a friend, Bert Aldrich, whose father was a part owner of a big city natatorium. Tom interrupted his bombast unceremoniously by suddenly appearing directly in front of the boaster.

“Hello, Mart Walters,” he hailed in a sort of aggressive way.

“Hello yourself,” retorted Mart, with a slight uneasiness of manner.

“I’ve been looking for you,” said Tom bluntly.

“Have?”

“Yes, ever since I heard some criticisms of yours yesterday on my bungling swimming.”

“Oh, I didn’t say much,” declared Mart evasively.

“You said enough to make the crowd believe you could beat me all hollow at diving.”

“Well,” flustered Mart desperately, “I can.”

“Want to prove that?” challenged Tom sharply.

“Some time.”

“Why not now? We’re all here and the water is fine. We’ll make it a dash for the half-mile fence and return, under water test, somersaults and diving.”

Mart had begun to retreat. He flushed and stammered. Finally he blurted out:

“I’m due now at Morgan’s with a message from my folks.”

“You haven’t seemed in a hurry,” suggested Ben.

“Well, I am now.”

“Yes, might muss your collar if you got wet!” sneered a fellow in the crowd.

“All right,” said Tom, “when will you be back?”

“Can’t say,” declared Mart. “You see, I don’t know how long I may be.”

He started off, flushed and sheep-faced under the critical gaze of the crowd. As he did so Tom noticed that he had something in his hand.

“Here!” he cried, “where did you get that?”

Tom had discovered his missing coil of wire. His hand seized it. Mart’s did not let go. The latter gave a jerk, Tom a twist.

“That’s mine,” Tom said simply. “You took it from where I was stringing up my wireless.”

“I found it,” shouted Mart, thoroughly infuriated in being crossed in any of his plans. “It was kicking around loose. I’ll have it too—take that!”

He came at Tom so suddenly that the latter, unprepared for the attack, went swinging to the ground under a dizzying blow.

It looked as if Mart was about to follow up the assault with a kick. Tom offset that peril with a dextrous maneuvre.

Seated flat, he spun about like a top. His feet met the ankles of the onrushing Mart.

Mart stumbled, tripped and slipped. He tried to catch himself, lost his balance, fell backward, and the next instant went headlong into the water with a resounding splash.

CHAPTER II—STATION Z

A yell of derisive delight went up from the smaller youths of the crowd as Mart Walters went toppling into the water. Mart did not have a real friend in Rockley Cove, and the little fellows Welcomed an opportunity for showing their dislike.

Tom, however, promptly on his feet was making for the spot where Mart was puffing and splashing about, when two of his friends in bathing attire anticipated his helpful action, reached Mart, and led him, blinded and dripping, onto dry land.

Mart was a sight. All the starch was taken out of him, and out of his clothes. He did not linger to renew the conflict. He only shook his fist at Tom with the half Whimpered words:

“I’ll fix you, Tom Barnes, see if I don’t! This will be a sorry day for you.”

“Who started it?” demanded Tom bluntly.

“I’ll get even with you for this treatment,” threatened Mart direfully, sneaking off.

“You’ve made an enemy for life of that fellow, Tom,” declared Ben.

“Well, he never was very friendly towards me,” responded Tom. “Where’s the wire? I’ve got it,” and he picked it up from the ground where it had dropped. “I’m sorry this thing occurred, but he brought it on himself. Come on, Ben.”

“You’re going to stay and have some fun, aren’t you, Tom?” inquired one of the swimmers.

“Can’t, boys—that is, just now. I’ve got something to attend to. See you again.”

Tom and Ben had not proceeded fifty feet, however, when a hurried call halted them. Tom’s younger brother came running towards…..