THE POT OF GOLD.
By Rebecca Harding Davis.
Lieut. Calderwood was at his sister’s house on a visit, during his two weeks’ furlough. He was sitting with her one evening in the parlor, while her two children were studying their lessons at the table in…
The Cooking Club.
”Girls, I have a plan!” exclaimed Dolly Rober.
The girls of the junior class in the Hillsborough school, to which Dolly belonged, had gathered, as they always did on their half-holidays, out at the Rober farm.
Since Dolly’s father…
”Two Brave Boys”[1]
Every boy who reads this magazine has heard the story of the sinking of the Republic[2] and of how the lad who was the operator of the Wireless telegraph stood at his post for hours until he had brought help to passengers and…
”The Slave in Algeria”
Among old Delaware planters still linger many traditions of the adventures of ship-masters and their crews who sailed out of Delaware Bay in the last century. What with the war, English pirates and Algerine corsairs, they…
OLD THORNY.
Did you ever notice the queer fancies that birds have about their houses? Town-bred birds like them of wire, gilded, or trig little cottages on the stable-roof; but the houses of country birds are quite another thing. They…
"The Negro's Ring"
Now I hope--but, as I remember the ways of girls and boys, I am not at all sure--that you will find this story more attractive because it is in all essential particulars absolutely true.
It is of a curious thing that happened to an…
KENT HAMPDEN[1]
Chapter First
The Package
ONE cold evening in September, nearly seventy years ago, two men were walking up one of the four hilly streets of Wheeling.
Now a large manufacturing centre, Wheeling was then only a quiet village in the…
Enos Lex—A Cobbler and Drunkard
Mary Brunt was a visiting governess in Philadelphia. She went from house to house giving lessons to little children in the rudiments of knowledge. She was not young, nor beautiful, nor particularly clever, yet she had…
Chip
Chip led a very quiet life until the occurrences of the remarkable adventures which have made him famous. He was the third son of a Sand-Martin—one of that ancient family of Sand-Martins which has lived for generations in a hill overlooking the…
"At the Races." Youth's Companion, 26 Nov. 1874, p. 393.
“John!”
“I hear you, mother.”
“John, I—I wish to speak seriously to you, my son.”
“Very well. I’m listening.”
Little Mrs. Thurlow stood up, to give her words more weight. They did not seem to…
