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Chit-chat : Nirvana ; The searchlight / Matt J. Holt. Holt, Mathew Joseph, l866- 400dpi TIFF G4 page images University of Kentucky, Electronic Information Access & Management Center Lexington, Kentucky 2002 b92-222-31182254 Electronic reproduction. 2002. (Beyond the shelf, serving historic Kentuckiana through virtual access (IMLS LG-03-02-0012-02) ; These pages may be freely searched and displayed. Permission must be received for subsequent distribution in print or electronically. Chit-chat : Nirvana ; The searchlight / Matt J. Holt. Holt, Mathew Joseph, l866- Westerfield-Bonte, Louisville [Ky.] : 1920. 271 p.,  leaves of plates : ill. ; 23 cm. Coleman Microfilm. Atlanta, Ga. : SOLINET, 1994. 1 microfilm reel ; 35 mm. (SOLINET/ASERL Cooperative Microfilming Project (NEH PS-20317) ; SOL MN04753.08 KUK) Printing Master B92-222. IMLS This electronic text file was created by Optical Character Recognition (OCR). No corrections have been made to the OCR-ed text and no editing has been done to the content of the original document. Encoding has been done through an automated process using the recommendations for Level 1 of the TEI in Libraries Guidelines. Digital page images are linked to the text file. Holt, Mathew Joseph, l866- Nirvana. Holt, Mathew Joseph, l866- Searchlight. ;M. . r- - a) a) 0 - T) -0 14 E- C H I T - C H A T N I R V A N A THE SEARCHLIGHT MATT J. HOLT LOUISVILLE WXUTERFrlLD-BONTr CO. Inc. 1920 Copyrighted 1920 By The Author INDEX. CHIT-CRAT CHAPTI I. II. III. IV. V. VI. VII. VIII. Ix. X. XI. CHIT-CHAT CORNWALL MEETS A MOUNTAIN MAID CORNWALL LOCATES IN HARLAN A WEEK IN A MOUNTAIN HOME THE SAYLORS MOVE TO THE BLUEGRASS CORNWALL BUYS A HOME . MARY AND JOHN PROGRESS DOROTHY AND BRADFORD-ROSAMOND AND CORNWALL THE SAYLOR FAMILY MARY AND JOHN ARE MARRIED HOME LIFE PAGE 1 11 18 27 39 44 60 -. 72 87 103 114 SEEING ITALY AT MRS. O'FLANNAGAN'S EXPENSE [. SEEING ITALY AT MRS. O'FLANNAGAN'S EXPENSE [. "Y" SERVICE . [. JOHN CORNWALL TRAVELS A BIT AND RETURNS HOME. Z. TWO CANDIDATES NIRVANA NIRVANA A CONSCIOUS MUMMY . DOCTOR BROWN OF DANVILLE RICHARD HAWKWOOD 181 . . 198 213 . . 225 THE SEARCHLIGHT THE SEARCHLIGHT IV II] II] 127 139 161 172 ER 269 This page in the original text is blank. CHIT-CHAT. CHAPTER I. I thought to write a book entitled: "Yesterday, Today and Tomorrow." How much is buried in the wreck- age of yesterday-how uninteresting today is and how little is to be done our burden we shift to the strong, young shoulders of tomorrow; tomorrow of the big heart, who in kindness hides our sorrows and whispers only of hope. I ended by writing,-this-which I have called "Chit-Chat," thus classifying the book, knowing that such a book if true to name will picture the age and find a publisher. I have read in the Arabian Book of Knowledge that "thoughts are Tartars, vagabonds; imprison all thou canst not slay," and have seen fit to follow this sugges- tion and the advice given a Turkish author- "That none may dub thee tactless dund 'rhead, Confine thy pen to light chit-chat, And rattle on as might a letter! For ninety-nine of every hundred Hate learning and what's more than that, The hundredth man likes berresh better." So I present to you, gentle or gallant reader, as the case may be, and quite informally, John Cornwall. He was born at 702 West Chestnut Street, Louisville, Kentucky, on the 12th day of May, 1872. His mother was a widow; and before the days of H. C. L. the two lived comfortably on her income of 1,800.00 a year. Chit-Chat His boyhood was as that of other boys of the city; an era of happiness and happiness has no history. He was considered a good boy as boys go; and good boys have few adventures. Although John never attended Sunday School except when his mother made him-as she was a Presbyterian, he wore the honor pin for an unbroken three-year at- tendance. School to him was such a delight, that in a spirit of emulative self-denial, he never started from home, a block away, until a minute before the tardy bell rang. He usually made it. If late, lie slipped in, usually walk- ing backwards, hoping either to escape observation or, if seen, to be told to retake his seat. His vacations were spent on the river where he learned to handle a canoe and skiff; and before he was fourteen could swim and dive like a didapper. At that time his greatest ambition was to run the falls in a canoe; his next to be a steamboat captain. He and two other boys built a camp on Six-Mile Is- land. There they usually spent the month of August; during the preceding vacation days working as bank runners or messenger boys to raise the money to finance the camping party. He was entered in the graded school at seven, in high school at fifteen, at which time he put on long trousers and changed from stockings to socks. He in- sisted on discarding his stockings, as the boys had a way of lifting the bottoms of trousers to see if the one appear- ing for his first time in long trousers yet wore his stock- ings. He graduated from the high school at nineteen; and after two years at the local law school and in Judge Marshall's office, was given a position with the Kentucky 2 Title Company; and for a year had been employed at ab- stracting in the Jefferson County Clerk's office. One day a prosperous-looking stranger asked where certain records might be found and he graciously showed their location. The next day the stranger asked several questions as to local real estate laws, particularly as to leases, transfers and the rights of married women. He introduced himself as Mr. Rogers and asked John his name. The following day about noon he came into the clerk's office and said; "Mr. Cornwall, I wish you would lunch with me today." Cornwall, after telephoning his mother that he would not be home, went with him. When they were nearly through eating Mr Rogers said: "This morning I was at the office of Judge Barnett. He is attorney for our company, The Pittsburgh Coal & Coke Company. I asked him the same questions I did you and he gave similar answers. I have since made inquiries and believe our company can use you to look after its local law business in Bell, Harlan and Leslie counties. In these three counties we own about fifty thousand acres of coal lands and mineral leases on ap- proximately two hundred thousand acres more. In addi- tion we own several old surveys which I do not include in this acreage. "We will pay you 1,800.0Q a year, equip and furnish iyou with an office in our new building in Harlan and will make no objection to you attending to such local business as may come your way, provided it does not take you away from Harlan. What we need is a man on the ground. Think this over and let me know in the morn- ing. I am at the Galt House, room 247. You had better Chit-Chat 3 Chit-Chat call instead of telephoning. I shall be disappointed if you do not accept my offer." "I thank you and I will take it up with mother to- night, then call at your room at 8:30 in the morning. Please excuse me now as I am due at the office." Mr. Rogers and John Cornwall, several days later, arrived at Pineville on the early morning train and after lunch left on horseback, taking the Straight Creek road to Harlan. It was not their intention to ride through that after- noon, but stop overnight at Simeon Saylor's and the following morning look over the Helton, Saylor and Brock coal properties on the south or main fork of the creek. The road follows the creek and is canopied by syca- more, elm and birch trees or grape vines and other creep- ers. It is screened by thickets of pawpaw, blackberry, sumac or elderberry bushes which grow thick in the corners of the abutting worm fences. It is not a lonely way. Every three or four hundred yards you pass a small mountain farmhouse overflowing with children, calling to mind the home of the old woman who lives in the shoe. Many squads of geese, following their corporal, march across the road towards the creek or back again to the barnyard. The thickets are alive with red birds and ground robins and an occasional squirrel, who has come down the mountain for a drink, rustles the leaves in his flight or at giddy heighth barks defiance at passing strangers. Pine Mountain, without a break or scarce a deep cove, walls in the narrow valley on the south, while on the north smaller mountains stand at attention. The stream, 4 with little chance to wander, bisects the valley in its un- varying course and perforce pursues its way, true to name. They arrive at the foot of Salt Trace just as the live- ly tinkling of cowbells, as well as their own appetites, and the setting sun, suggests supper time; and their chafed buttocks, more used to a swivel chair than a saddle, pleaded for the comfort of an altered position. Simeon Saylor lives several hundred yards up the creek from where the Salt Trace Trail, the bridle path to Harlan, leaves the main road. His house is the usual stopping place for travelers. He has imposed the labor of their entertainment upon his women folks, not so much for profit as to hear the news and chit-chat of the outside world. The house is a structure of three large pens of logs with a dog trot (hallway) between. Two front the road, the third forms an ell at the rear and is flanked by a long porch. The whole is covered by a rough clapboard roof. Each pen has a sandstone chimney and each room a large, open fireplace. The ell is used as a kitchen, dining-room and storehouse combined. On the edge of the porch, al- most within reach of the well sweep, a bench holds two tin wash basins; a cake of laundry soap reposes in the former coffin of a family of sardines and a roller towel, sterilized and dried by air and sunlight, hangs pendant from the eaves. The travelers as they rode up and stiffly dismounted noted the many chickens going to roost and the three cows occuping the road in front of the house. The barn was rather an imposing structure. These signs assured eggs, milk and butter for themselves and feed and com- fortable quarters for their horses. Chit-Chat 5 Chit-Chat After supper they sat out in the moonlight on a crooked, half uprooted elm overhanging the creek, until the world grew worshipfully still as it does twenty miles from a railroad; their quiet, contented thoughts undis- turbed by the call of the whippoorwills in the near thick- ets and the hooting of a great owl far down the valley. Then they were joined by their host, a tall, rawboned, sallow, sandy-haired man with a long, thin face on which grew a straggly beard, which had never known shears or razor. He had come out to hear more news than he had been able to learn at supper, where table manners de- manded that he should eat and get through with it. At the table the men ate saying little, while the old woman and her daughters served them, and in silence. His youngest boy, Caleb, came with him, an immodest little fellow; made so by his father, who it seemed spent most of his time boasting of the boy's accomplishments. "Well, rested yet! Thar's a boy what's gwinter make a lawyer. He's just turned nine and you can't be- lieve nothin' he says. He can argy any thing out'er his maw and the gals and the boys nigh bout hayr haint got no show with him; somehow he gits every thing they gits hold on. And you oughter see him shoot with a squirrel gun! Many a time he's knocked the bark out from under a squirrel and killed him without raising a hayr. Last Christmas eve I fotched a jug of moonshine from the Cliff House Still and hid it in the loft. You know that boy found out whar I hid her and when I went after hit, hit was nigh gone. He was snoozing away on the hay. When he come to, his head didn't hurt narry bit. That once I shore split his pants for him with a hame strop. H-Je's got to leave my licker alone; that's one thing he can't put over on his paw,-no not yit. Down the crick at the mines is a dago, a fur-reen-er and his folks from Bol- 6 Chit-Chat ony. He's got a boy, Luigi Poggi, about fourteen but not as big as Caleb. That boy spends all his time with Caleb. He had jest gone home when you rid up. He talks dago to Caleb and Caleb gives him back jest plain straight Crick talk. If he's larnin as much United States as Caleb is dago, he'll make circit rider preacher in a few years. Caleb talk dago to the men." Whereupon the boy stepped directly in front of Mr. Rogers and said; "Buona sera, Rogers avete tabacco meliore di questo" (Good evening, Rogers, have you any tobacco better than this -holding out a plug of long green.) To which Mr. Rogers understanding him, replied: "Caro ragazzo, voi mi annoiati oltre mode, buono notte." (My dear boy, you annoy me considerably, good night) "Ma non debbo ancora." (But I am not going yet.) "Well you speak dago too, he's a great boy aint he, jest like his paw." "WIhat mought yer bissiness be, Mr. Rogerst" "I am secretary of the Pittsburgh Coal & Coke Com- pany. " " Yaah, that's the new crowd what's come in havr buying out the old settlers. I hearn you bought that old Boyd Dickinson survey. Well you didn't git much. They've been trying for nigh forty year to locate the be- ginning corner. The first time Cal Hurst and them sur- veyor men came prowlin' round hayr, we got two on them. How's that trial with the Davis heirs comin' on Old Milt Yungthank at Pineville has looked ater their bis- siniss fer nigh twenty year. He had Sim and some of the boys up thayr with Winchesters about two year ago." "Young feller, what 's yer name I" "My name is Cornwall." 7 Chit-Chat "Ever been up heyr before I was in yer town onct. I rid down to Livingston on the old gray mare, then took the train thar, toting my saddle bags on my arm. When I got off the train at the dee-pot, a nigger steps up and says ter me: 'Boss, give me yer verlisse.' He didn't get them saddle bags, you bet. I was too sharp for that. I went to a hotel somewheres. They stuck a big book un- der my nose and says, sign hayr. I done hearn tell of them confidence and lightnin' rod men and I signed noth- in'. They sent me to a room with red carpyt on the floor and velvit cheers with flowers kinder scotched in them; and the man behind the counter gave the nigger a lamp and told him to cut off the gas. That nigger tried to take them saddle bags but I hung on, when he says, all right boss and left go. That place had a box lifter to it. After a while I got tired of settin' in that room and thought I would go out and see the town; so I locked the door and come down erbout forty steps to the front door. Then that first feller what wanted me ter sign the book says; Leave the key and saddle bags with me. I says, says I, You can have the key but no man gits holt of them saddle bags. It's a good thing I brung them erlong, fer I never did find that place ergin. I went erbout a quarter, when I met a smart feller and he says ter me; Old man, where're you gwinter show I says right here, by gad! and I run my hand into them saddle bags and brung out my cap and ball. That feller shore broke the wind, he showed some speed. What moight yer bissiniss be a " "This is the first time I was ever up here. I'm a lawyer. " "Yaah, one of them city lawyers; they tell me they is cute. I have had to do some lawing lately. Down the crick ierbout a mile Elhaninon Howard lives. Last winter I sold Elhannon a hawg on credit fer ten dollars like a 8 Chit-Chat dang fool and he wouldn't pay fer it, so I lawed him be- fore Squire Ingram and got jedgment. That and the costs come ter fifteen dollars and a quarter. The Squire writ out an execution and I got the constable to levy on three hives of bees; the constable says that's all he's got what's exempt. We had a hell of a time moving them bees, then we had to move them back." "How was that" "He got that lawyer from Pineville by the name of Marshall Bull-it and the squire thinks the sun rises whar that feller stands. The squire believed what that lawyer said and jedged that bees is poultry and the statute says poultry am exempt. I made up my mind that old El- hannon had to pay that jedgment so a couple of Sundays ago when they went to meetin', I slipped down to his house and took a look around, counting off what the statute said was exempt. He had jest what the law 'lowed him. He had jest one hoss, one yoke of oxen, Tom and Jerry, two cows and five sheep. One of them sheep was the finest Southdown ram you ever laid yer eye on. Mon- day morning before day I went out where my sheep was and there was a little crippled lamb about a day old. I picked it up and fotched it down to Elhannon's and drapped it over the fence into his little pasture, where his sheep were. Then I went down and got that constable and he come and executed on that ram. Elhannon killed and et one of his sheep, then he paid me up and took his ram back. If I had a thousand boys I wouldn't name narry dang one of them Elhannon. I got another little case what comes up next fall in the Bell Circit Court, 'taint much. I low ter pay a good young lawyer about twenty five bucks to git me off. 'Bout a month ago I shot Caleb Spencer as dead as a kit mackrel. I was going over Salt Trace to the mill on the river. When I got on 9 Chit-Chat top of the divide he raised up from behind a log about a hundred yards off and drew a bead on me. I saw him jest before he pulled and I dodged. The ball cut out this hole in my hat. I rid right peart, till I come to Gabe Per- kins' then I hopped off my mule and, borrowing his Win- chester, I come back the cut-off footpath. There set that cold-blooded bush-whacker on the same log, looking down the road the way I had kited, with his gun kinder restin' on his knees. I rested on a stump and took him square in the middle of the lback. He gave a yell and jumped erbout five feet, but it was too late to jump. 'Taint nothing to it, a plain case of self-defense and 'parent necessity. But if you stay up in this country, I like yer looks and will give yer first chance on that easy money. " "I thank you for the offer. It is worth at least five hundred dollars to undertake your defense; as it is not a case of self-defense and apparent necessity, as you seem to think. Much depends upon the jury in such a case. You need a good lawyer who will be well ac- quainted with the panel, else you may be sent to the penitentiary. " "Son, you've got a lot to larn yit. Man alive! You folks have talked so much it 's nigh erbout bed-time. Why that boy is asleep. Would you like to turn in" 10 Cornwall Meets a Mountain Maid 1 CHAPTER II. CORNWALL MEETS A MOUNTAIN MAID. After breakfast, at which the men were first served, Mr Rogers, Cornwall, Mr Saylor and Caleb, mounting their horses rode over Saylor's three hundred-acre sur- vey and examined the two coal banks on the property; which only a short distance from the house had been opened and worked about twenty feet into the mountain, for home consumption. One was thirty-eight and the other fifty-two inches; the thick vein cropped out about twenty feet above the creek level, the other was at a higher level. After their examination they returned to the house and taking seats on the wash bench near the well, talked about every thing but the land of which Mr. Rogers and Saylor were thinking. Finally Mr. Rogers having waited some time for Mr. Saylor to begin, said: "If our company can buy the Brock and Helton sur- veys, we will give you thirty thousand dollars for your three hundred acres, or twenty thousand dollars for the mineral rights with timber and right-of-way privileges necessary to mine and remove the coal and such other minerals, oils and gas as may be found on the property." "By heck! my survey is worth three times that. When your company planks down fifty thousand in cold cash we will trade,-not before. Then I will buy one of them blue grass farms in sight of the distant blue mountains and an automobil and a pianny and give Caleb and little Susie a chance to go to the University at Lexington whar Tom Asher and that Hall boy goes. 0 Mandy! Mr. Rogers, hayr, just offered to gin me thirty thousand 11 Chit-Chat dollars for our old mountain home which we bought two year ago from old man Roberts for five thousand. I told him we would trade her off for fifty thousand; not such bad intrust for a mountain yahoo and his old woman, He! Mandy! When that trade goes through; and they are bound to take her, you can have one of them silk dresses what shows black and blue and red and, green; and Mary all the books and pot flowers and pictures she wants. WVhat do you say to that, Mary" just as Mary stepped from the kitchen to fill the brass-hooped cedar bucket at the well. Caleb lolled on the steps in such a way as to make it impossible for any one to descend. "Caleb, please let me pass" "Oh, go round Mary, or jump down. What do yer bother a feller for" "Miss Mary, let me fill your bucket " "Thanks, Mr. Cornwall." (Caleb laughs) Cornwall took the bucket and twice let it down and brought it up without a quart in it, while Caleb looked on and laughed. Finally Mary, smiling and blushing, took hold of the pole and helped to dip and draw up the bucket full to the brim. Then they laugh too; and the social ice is broken between Bear Grass and Straight Creek; between the city-bred young lawyer and Mary, the mountain girl. Cornwall carried the bucket into the kitchen; at which Caleb, in surprise, called out: Dad, look! That city feller is helping Mary get dinner." After dinner, which Cornwall did not help get, rush- ing out of the kitchen as soon as he could let go of the bucket handle, having heard Caleb's remark; they rode over the Brock and Helton two hundred-acre surveys and called at their homes. 12 Cornwall Meets a Mountain Maid Mr. Rogers contracted, to purchase their land at one hundred dollars an acre, the vendors executing bonds to convey, each receiving one thousand dollars on the pur- chase price; the balance to be paid after a survey and examination of their titles. As they were riding home, Saylor saw a drunken man staggering down the mountain side. When he had gotten out of sight, he dismounted and began trailing him hack up the mountain. Mr. Rogers called out, "The man went the other way." "Oh, I know that! I want to find out where he came from. " Saylor returned in a few minutes, his face beaming with a ruddy, contented smile. Then, in his usually talkative mood, he expressed his opinion of his neighbors and the transaction in reference to their land. "There are two more dang fools, who will move down in the blue grass and buy a farm and be as much at home as a hoot owl on a dead snag in the noon day sun with a flock of crows cawing at him. In about two years they will sell out to some sharper and move back to some mountain cove or crick bottom and start all over again; or when they gits their money they will hop the train cars for Kansas and settle on a govern- ment claim twenty miles from a drap of water; then mosey back here in about five years with nothing but their kids, the old woman, two bony horses, a prairie schooner and a yaller dog." As they came in the door, Mary was just complet- ing preparation for supper. The table was made more attractive by a red figured table cloth instead of the brown and white oil cloth one. In the center was a pot of delicate ferns. The regular fare of corn bread, hog meat, corn field beans, potatoes, sorghum and coffee, had 13 Chit-Chat been supplemented by some nicely browned chicken, a roll of butter, biscuits and a dish of yellow apples and red plums. As they came to supper, a gentle rain began falling which continued long into the night. Cornwall, standing by his chair and noticing again that places were prepared for the men only, said; "Mrs. Saylor, the rain makes it so cozy and home-like, you, Miss Mary and Susie fix places and eat with us; I am sure we will all have a better time." Saylor stopped eating long enough to add;- Do, it will seem like a Christmas dinner in the summertime." While Caleb remarked;-"He's coming along right peart." Mary, with a laugh and blush and an appreciative smile at Mr. Cornwall, added a place for her mother and Susie, while she served the supper. Cornwall, who had paid little attention to the girl, furtively watching her, was impressed by her com- petence and winsomeness. She was a healthy sun- browned brunette of eighteen; had attended the Pine- ville graded school for three years and the summer be- fore passed the examination and qualified as a teacher. She had been given the school at the forks of the creek and was paid a salary of thirty-five dollars a month, most of which went to pay her father's taxes and for books. The children of her school were of divers ages and sizes. There were lank boys taller than Marv and little girls that needed to be cuddled and mothered. The native children, mostly a tow-headed lot, were easily dis- tinguished from the children of the families at the mines, whose parents were from Naples or Palermo. 14 Cornwall Meets a Mountain Maid 15 Not even the girls from Southern Italy had blacker hair or more dreamy eyes than Mary's. Her's was a seeming nature and appearance made of a composite of the girls of her school; natives of the hills and the aliens of the blue Mediterranean. Some of the foreign boys who knew little English were carefully grounded in mathematics and certain physical sciences. Their proficiency made it a difficult task for their immature teacher. She was aware of her limitations and struggled faithfully to overcome them, spending many hours to qualify herself in mathematics and as a grammarian. That night, as the others were grouped about the door, talking or listening to the rain, she sat near a table on which burned a small unshaded oil lamp, studying out some grievous problems to her, in the third arith- metic. Cornwall, noting her worried expression and how persistently she applied a slate rag, asked Susie, who sat near the table, to change places with him, and mov- ing the chair near Mary's took the slate and by a few suggestions gave just the needed assistance; and in such a concise way that the quick though untrained mind of the girl found no further difficulties in solving the other problems of the lesson. "Thanks, Mr. Cornwall, for helping me. At least tomorrow I will have the best of those big boys. It is surprising how easy the seemingly hard things are after you have learned to do them." Shortly after sunrise the following morning, Mr Rogers and Cornwall said goodbye to their host and his family and rode off down the creek. Chit-Chat They had gone but a short distance when they over- took Mary and Susie on their way to school. They rode slowly keeping pace with the walking girls. "Mr. Cornwall and I feel we should make our ex-- cuses for the additional labor our visit has caused you." "We are glad you stopped over at our home. The life is lonely at times and the face and talk of a stranger break the monotony. Besides Mr. Cornwall helped me with mv studies. I hope when you pass this fway you will find time to stop again." "I doubt if I shall come, but Mr. Cornwall, who is to be our loeal attorney at Harlan, must return in a week or so to supervise the Brock and Helton survevs and will be making occasional trips to Pineville. After he be- comes a better horseman you may see him occasionally riding on his own saddle horse, comfortably seated on a hard saddle and carrying his clothing and papers in a pair of saddle bags. Now he finds the trip tiresome, later he will find the ride exhilarating and vour house a convenient resting place; am I right Cornwall "I desire to express my thanks and shall be glad of any opportunity to stop and see you again." "Here we are at the Salt Trace road; you follow it over the mountain to the river, then up the river valley to Poor Fork which you cross almost within sight of the town. Goodbye to both and good luck to Judge Corn- wall; come again." Their road after crossing the mountains was up the Cumberland Valley, hemmed in on the north by the gracefully sloping spurs of Pine Mountain and flanked on the south by the more rugged and closely encroach- ing Cumberland mountains. The river gurgles and murmurs and surges along over a bottom of boulders or lies restfully placid over a 16 Cornwall Meets a Mountain Maid 17 bottom of sand. In these pool-like reaches many large rocks, shaken from the mountain tops in ages past, lift their gray heads high above the water and give to the scene a touch of rugged grandeur. The water is so clear that the natives climb into the overhanging elms or sycamores, or lie peering down from a jutting rock and do their fishing with a Winchester. About ten o 'clock the travelers crossed the Poor Fork and fifteen minutes later rode into Harlan Town; and to the office of the company; a three-story red brick building fronting the court house square. Chit-Chat CHAPTER III. CORNWALL LOCATES IN HARLAN. With the exception of a few counties in western Kentucky, no official survey was ever made of the state. In the unsurveyed portion grants for land issued by the Commonwealth varied in size from a few acres to as many as two hundred thousand; and called for nat- ural objects as beginning and boundary corners. The result of such a lax system was that often the same boundary was covered by several grants; and the senior grant held the land. Many grants were so indefinite of description, the beginning corner calling for certain timber or a large stone in a heavily timbered and in sections, rocky country, as to be impossible of identification or loca- tion. Other grants were so poorly surveyed as to be void for uncertainty and yet other boundaries were claimed by squatters who held by adverse possession against any paper title. A person owning the paper title to a thousand acre boundary traceable to the Commonwealth without break or flaw, might not be the owner in fact of a single acre of land; as the whole boundary might be covered by senior grants or the natural objects called for, im- possible to find. The only way to be assured of a good title was to make a careful abstract, following that up by an actual survey and obtaining from any person in possession a written declaration that their possession and claim was not adverse to the title and claim of your vendor. 18 Cornwall Locates in Harlan 19 The public records were imperfectly kept and in- dexed; which made Cornwall's work for the company a series of petty and tiresome annoyances. Two weeks after his arrival the Harlan Circuit Court convened. He was immediately put into har- ness and called upon to assist in the trial of several important ejectment suits. The first week of the term was taken up with criminal business. There were three murder cases, two of which were tried. The other cases were petty in nature, the defendants being charged with carrying concealed weapons, shooting on the highway and boot-legging. During the second week he assisted in the trial of two ejectment cases, one of which was lost. The third and most important case was set for the fourteenth day of the term. It involved five hundred acres of coal land worth more than twenty-five thousand dollars; and though Judge Finch, local counsel for the company assured him it would go over, he had the company's witnesses on hand and carried to the court house the file, which included the title papers and an abstract; but he had never examined them. When the case was called the other side announced ready and they, not being able to show cause for a con- tinuance were forced into trial. While the jury was being empaneled Judge Finch leaned over and whispered:-" Go ahead and help select the jury, the panel looks pretty good. I have to leave." He picked up his hat and hastened from the court room, giving Cornwall no time to object. In about twenty minutes the jury was selected; Cornwall being assisted by one of the company's witnesses. Then the court called upon him to state his case to the jury. Chit-Chat " Judge I know nothing of the case, Judge Finch was here a few minutes ago and was to try it." "The case must go on; do the best you can. The court will take a recess of fifteen minutes to give coun- sel an opportunity to examine the papers and familiar- ize himself with the case. Mr. Sheriff, call Judge Finch. " The case proceeded in the absence of Judge Finch and the next day in the mid-afternoon was completed; the jury returning a verdict in favor of the company. Cornwall ordered a horse and inquiring the road to Judge Finch's house, who lived on Wallins Creek, rode out to see him. There he sat on his porch, coatless, in carpet slippers, playing cinch with three farm hands. "Hello John, have a cheer, do you play cinch" "No, sir. " (One of the hands) "Jedge, your corn is mighty weedy, you better let us go back to our hoeing." "By gosh! You are working for me aint you; and if I want you to play cards instead of hoe, that's my business. " " John, how did you come out with the Asher case" " The jury returned a verdict for the company. Judge you certainly left me in a hole running off like you did." "By gosh! the family was out'er meal and I just had to go to mill for a turn." When one of the witnesses in the Asher case told Mr. Rogers of the desertion of Cornwall and the case by Judge Finch he said; "I suppose we must depend upon Cornwall alone or get Mr. Low or Judge Hall to 20 Cornwall Locates in Harlan2 help him. This company is through with Finch. I certainly would have trembled in my shoes, had I known Cornwall was handling it alone. He's a good boy. I hope the verdict won't make a fool of him. I think not, since he never mentioned Finch's deser- tion. " Two days later court adjourned and the following Monday the Bell Circuit Court convened. The first case of importance on the docket was that of the Com- monwealth against Saylor for the murder of Caleb Spencer. Saturday afternoon, before Mr. Rogers left for Hagan, Virginia on his way to Pittsburg, he said: " Mr. Cornwall, go to Pineville Monday and begin the abstracts of the Brock and Helton titles to the land the company bought on Straight Creek." Cornwall, a poor horseman, not yet hardened to such exercise, broke the ride by traveling down the river, Sunday afternoon and over Salt Trace to the Say- lor home; not wholly unmindful that Mary was a good looking girl and agreeable company. When he rode up, the house had a deserted appear- ance. Mrs. Saylor and Susie were in the barn milking. All the rest of the family had gone to Pineville to be present at the trial, and Susie and her mother were leav- ing the next day. He lay awake half the night thinking of Mary and his mother and listening to the penetrating tones of a hoot owl far up the mountain side. The house did not seem the same ;as the one at which he had stopped less than a month before. He was homesick and felt in- clined to return to Louisville. When he rode into Pineville at noon the next day he found the hotel crowded with visiting lawyers and liti- 21 Chit-Chat gants. The Commonwealth's attorney told him that the Saylor case was set for hearing the following morning and that the prosecution was ready for trial. He also learned that Saylor was treating the case as a joke and had employed Squire Putman to represent him for twenty-five dollars; which he said was a big price for the services he would or could render. "I can always de- pend upon the Squire to help convict his client. It is a mystery to the bar how he ever obtained license to practice law. " In the evening Cornwall visited the other hotel and a large boarding house in search of the Saylors but was unable to find any of them. When the court house bell rang in the morning he went over, and up the stairway, into the court room, just as the judge called for motions. Introduced by the commonwealth's attorney he was sworn in as a practic- ing attorney of the Bell Circuit Court. He expected to see some of the Savlor familv seated beyond the railing, but again was disappointed; nor did he find them after a search through the corridors and public offices. He then went into the county clerk's office and began making an abstract of the Brock title. At noon when he returned to the court room they were in the trial of the Saylor case. On the right sat Squire Putman 'and his client and behind them, Mrs. Saylor, Mary and Susie. Saylor and his counsel had an air of easy confidence; Mrs. Saylor the set face and look of an unhappy fat- alist; Mary's expression was one of worried interest and sadness; Susie suppressed an occasional sob. To Cornwall the jury seemed a rather unsatisfactory one, they looked bored and unsympathetic. The panel 22 Cornwall Locates in Harlan was made up of business men of Pineville and Middles- boro, who resented being kept from their occupations at a busy season. They were new citizens who had moved into the mountains since the development of the coal fields and had little use or sympathy for pistol toters or feudists. There was one exception, Elhannon Howard, Saylor's neighbor. He sat in a listless and inattentive attitude, probably thinking of his patch of hillside corn or the Southdown ram. Summing up the situation, realizing how kindly and informally he had been received into and entertained in the Saylor home, Cornwell regretted that when re- fusing the fee of 25.00 he had not volunteered his serv- ices in the defense. He would have done so at the time, but supposed that Mr. Saylor would employ competent counsel to defend him. The trial was a short one. The Commonwealth, in addition to making out its technical case, proved threats on the part of Saylor and that Saylor admitted the killing. Saylor on the stand told the same story he had told Cornwall. The defense then introduced two witnesses, who swore that the deceased had threatened Saylor; Spencer sending word by them to Saylor that he intended to kill him; the squire attempted to show by the doctor that when Spencer was told by him that he could live but an hour or two, the dying man had said: "I am to blame for the trouble," but the court excluded the dec- laration from the jury. The squire in making his argument for the defense grew quite stentorian of voice and excited in manner. He had a way of half stooping until the long coat tails of his black frock coat touched the floor, when he would 23 Chit-Chat suddenly spring upright and exclaim: "Now, gentlemen of the jury, wouldn't you be danged fools if putting your- selves in Saylor's place you had not done as he did." In one of these paroxysms his coat tail flapped to one side and hung pendant on the handle of a six-shooter protruding from his hip pocket. This explained to the jury why in midsummer he wore a frock coat. They con- sidered the pistol a silent witness and protest against Saylor's acquittal and a clarion call to do their duty in upholding law and order. Shortly before six the jury retired. They were out fifteen minutes and brought in the following verdict: "We, the jury, agree and find the defendant guilty and fix his punishment at three years in the State peniten- tiary. Elhannon Howard, Foreman." When the verdict was read, the face of the squire turned red with surprise. Saylor's face for the first time assumed a serious expression; Mrs. Saylor burst into tears; Susie cried aloud and hung to her father's arm; Mary grew as pale as death and her body shook as from intense cold. Cornwall, who had come into the court room during the squire's argument and who, after bowing to Mary and Mrs. Saylor, had taken a seat behind them, came forward. "Never mind, Mary, we shall find a way to get him off. Let me go with you and your mother to where you are stopping. I tried to find you last night." The sheriff came forward and, taking Saylor by the arm, said: "Come on, Mr. Saylor." The woman kissed the condemned man a hasty fare- well. He and the sheriff went out one door toward the jail; the Saylor family and Cornwall another, walking 24 Cornwall Locates in Harlan up the street to old Pineville, to the home of Mary's aunt. In the morning Mary and her mother came by the court house and asked Cornwall to go with them to the jail, as that afternoon they had to return home. It was a sad group that gathered in the little jail parlor, while the jailer stood at the door. "Well, young man, I guess you know more law than me or old Putman. I seem to be in bad because I did not take your view and advice, instead of hiring that cheap lawyer. We had only Mary's money; I did not want to sell or mortgage our home, and if I had not killed Simpson, he would have got me shore." "You may have a chance, Mr. Saylor, with the Court of Appeals. I do not think the court should have ex- cluded Simpson's dying declaration; it seemed relevant. " "I shorely hope so on account of the old woman and the kids. Mary will lose her school on my account; she can't keep those big boys quiet now. You look after my case for me and write Mr. Rogers that I will sell his com- pany the home place." "Do not sell your place to pay a fee to me. You can pay that after you are out. Mary and I will attend to the costs of the appeal, which will not be much, as the record is small." Saylor's wife and daughter bid him a rather stoical farewell, so far as tears and talk were concerned, though their palid faces indicated the pain of separation was heartfelt. Mountain women have not a fluent line of chit-chat, nor are they demonstrative in their griefs. They walked with Cornwall back to the court house, where, after thanking him for what he had done and expressing a wish to see him soon, they left, returning home in the afternoon. 25 26 Chit-Chat Cornwall sent Mr. Rogers the following telegram: "Saylor convicted, three years penitentiary. Offers Straight Creek land for thirty thousand. Hope company can afford to pay thirty-five. John Cornwall." He received this answer: "Land worth thirty-five thousand, company will pay that amount if title and survey hold three hundred acres. H. M. Rogers." For the next ten days Cornwall was very busy at Pine- ville. He found the paper titles to the Brock and Saylor surveys perfect. The Helton boundary necessitated a suit to clear the title to about one-half of the survey. He filed a motion for a new trial in the Saylor case, which the court promptly overruled; then asked and was granted an appeal to the Court of Appeals. The court stenographer made a transcript of the testimony; a bill of exceptions was filed and approved and within ten days after Saylor's trial and conviction; his appeal was for- mally filed at Frankfort. A Week in a Mountain Home CHAPTER TV. A WEEK IN A MOUNTAIN HOME. There are some free-thinking souls who love nature and the primitive so well as to believe that Providence made a mistake in permitting men to pass beyond the pastoral stage. There are many who, though they love art, literature and the other gifts and comforts of civilization, would trade all to live in a primitive mountain home; to call their time, a house of logs and a few barren fields, "my own.'' They care not for the smoke of many chimneys, or the surging crowd or the ceaseless din of commercial centers. They love the view from mountain tops, where hills peep over hills and pinnacles are clothed in clouds. They love the peace and quiet of the sheltered coves; where the timber grows verdant and strong, fern-bordered foun- tains burst forth to life, and the squirrels and other free things dwell. They love a home site in a secluded valley near the head of a gurgling, restless, mountain river and think to live a life of peace, dividing the glories of moun- tain and plain. But wherever man would rest and hide his head and heart, giant care comes with a club and the huntress misfortune finds her way with a full quiver. Mary, who had done no wrong and expected no pun- ishment, when she returned home, found these two un- bidden guests awaiting her. Her eyes were opened to see sorrow; which all the world knows. The following morning when she walked up to the school house door the children stood in groups talking in subdued tones. The little girls for the first time since 27 Chit-Chat the early days of the term failed to rush forward and greet her. She rang the bell; they came in slowly and rebelliously, the big boys last of all. Several of the children, among them those of one of the trustees, were absent. Tim Fields, a lanky, overgrown boy of sixteen, after having been reproved, continued talking to his desk- mate. When Mary told him he must behave or go home, he arose and, starting towards the door, said: "I guess I will go anyway; pap said, last night, he didn't think a convict's daughter oughter handle this here school and he was going to see the trustees and the county superin- tendent and git ma's sister in." A few minutes later, Luigi Poggi, whose seat near the window overlooked the creek, saw him on the bank throwing small boulders at a flock of geese. He raised his hand, and snapping his fingers to at- tract attention, asked, and was given permission, to go to the spring for a bucket of water. When out of sight of the teacher he whistled for Tim and walked on slowly down towards the spring, until he came to a dusty, bare spot in the path under a tree, where the boys played keeps. "Tim, what did you say that to teacher for; she's good to all of us" "What you got to do with it, you Dago " "This," and he struck Tim in the face with the empty water bucket. They fought in the sand path for about five minutes; when Luigi, throwing Tim face down, rubbed and bumped his head in the sand until Tim could scarcely breathe through his bleeding nose and his mouth choked with dust and sand. 28 A Week in a Mougntain Home When he said, "'nuff," Luigi let him up, and re- turned to the school house with a dirty, scratched face, but a full bucket of spring water. "Luigi, what made you so long" "I fell down." "Are you hurt" "No'min." "Go down to the creek and wash your face." "Yes'm." On Friday morning not more than half of the school were present. Saturday afternoon the county superintendent called at the Saylor home and, telling Mary that several of the trustees objected to her keeping the school, asked for her resignation, which she wrote out and handed him. The days were pleasant and busy ones for Cornwall. He looked forward with pleasure, as to a vacation, when he should return to Straight Creek and make the survey of the Brock, Helton and Saylor properties, and for that purpose chose that delightful season in October; last harvest time for man and beast, when the corn is ripe and the nuts loosened by the early frost are showering upon the ground like manna for all. It is the beginning of Indian summer, when nature, festive and placid of mood, clothes the hills in shades of red and brown; and, fearful that man, who is inclined to overlook nearby joys and pleasures for more distant and less certain ones, might overlook the familiar hills, even though freshly painted, hides her far-off attractions with a hazy cur- tain. As the party came down over Salt Trace into the Straight Creek valley, in full accord with the perfect day and as gay of heart as the trees were gayly colored, they 29 Chit-Chat met Caleb going down the creek road with the old squir- rel rifle, longer of barrel than the small boy. "Where now, hunter, just at sunset, when most hunt- ers seek the camp" was Cornwall's greeting. "I'm going down to Elhannon Howard's. Ma told me he sent pap to jail. I shore will fix him if this gun don 't bust. " "WIait a minute. That's a fine gun; let me have a look at it. It's mighty heavy. I'll ride down with you and carry it until we get within sight of the house. Has Elhannon any boys" "Yes, two." "How old are they" "John is eleven; Henry is nine." "John is a big, strong boy. I bet you are afraid of him. If you were not, it would be great fun to beat him up with your fists or kick him in the slats, or throw him in the creek and make him holler "'nuff." Why not save Elhannon for your dad when he gets out He might not want you to do his fighting for him. Did he ask you to take a shot at old man Howard" "No, I ha'int thought about that." "You didn't say you were not afraid of John How- ard. " "No, I'm not. Why" "If vou were not afraid of him, you would leave your gun at home and tomorrow beat him up at school." "I believe I will go back home and beat him up at school tomorrow; but recess will be plenty long to wait." "Oh, we better go on; he 's older and bigger than you; you are afraid of him. You better tackle him with your gun." "Waste powder and ball on that chump Not me; I'm not afraid of any of them Howards. I'm hungry; sup- 30 A Week in a Moumntain Home per's about ready; let's go home. I shore hope he comes to school tomorrow." "Say, boy, are those your hogs Why don't you feed them some corn" "They shore am poor. Them's old man Lewis'. He lives down the crick below here. This time last year he turned them out to eat the mast. After the mast was gone he still let them run and would go out with a basket of corn and feed them. He's dumb, he can't holler. He called them by pounding with a rock on a dead snag. Since the woodpecker's came this spring them fool hawgs have nigh'bout run themselves to death." "Here, boy, take your gun; there's a squirrel." "That's right; give her here." "He's a nice fat one." "Yes, there's plenty of nuts now." "I don't believe I would reload her now; there's the house. " "Mr. Cornwall, I'll loan you my gun tomorrow and you can go hunting." "You better let me have her all the time we are sur- veying the land." " All right." Cornwall was met at the gate by Mary and her moth- er; they both seemed pleased to see him. Caleb took his horse to the barn and, removing the saddle, turned him loose for a roll in the dusty lot. Then he was put in a box stall and given three sheaves of oats. "Mrs. Saylor, you see I am back and have brought three others with me. We will be here a week. I hope you will not find us too troublesome. The two chainmen will sleep in the loft on the hay, so as not to crowd you." "We are glad to have you; come right in." 31 Chit-Chat " Miss Mary, you must treat us like home folks; no extra work now or we will move down to old man How- ard's. Your school and those big boys are enough of a worry. " "I have more time. They have another teacher at the school, Mrs. Field 's sister. They removed me be- cause of father's conviction." " Who7 " "The county superintendent and the trustees." "W-hen we buy your father's land, why don't you go east to school " "I have been thinking of that. What school would you suggest " "Go to one of the best-Wellesley." The next morning at sun-up the party started survey- ing the Saylor property. This they completed in two days; the boundary held three hundred and five acres. Cornwall insisted on carrying Caleb's rifle; but the only squirrels they got were those killed by Henry Saylor. He was sixteen; a good axeman, and employed to blaze the lines and locate the corners. Saturday morning they started on the Brock boun- dary; but quit work about four o'clock in the afternoon and had a most refreshing swim in a deep pool of the creek before supper. Sunday afternoon the family went down to the school house, "to meeting." It was the first time Mary had been in the building or seen many of her acquaintances since the school had been taken from her. When she walked in accompanied by Cornwall and Duffield, the surveyor, her face shone with happiness. Cornwall had dispelled the cloud of misfortune that had overshadowed it by the assurance that her father would be given a new trial and acquitted. Since her active, 32 A Week in a Mouitain Home ambitious mind was building glorious castles of hope on the prospects of refinement and education, she found much joy and comfort in the company of the young law- yer; more than she admitted even to herself; and the young surveyor and his assistants were a source of amusement and entertainment. She was so occupied with and hedged about by the two "furreeners" that young Doctor Foley, who had come to church with the hope of taking her home in his new buggy, had but time to greet her and pass on. Several of the girls, who had rejoiced at her humilia- tion were disappointed when they saw how happy she seemed, saying: "She's a cool one; she don't care if her pap is in jail, now that she is bent on catching that city lawyer. " The preacher, a circuit rider, who during each month tried to preach not less than once at more than a dozen small log churches and school houses, many miles apart, was a godly man who traveled over the hills on an old gray mare, carrying most of his earthly possessions in his saddle-bags. His hair was thin and his frame almost a shadow. His deep-set eyes and strong face had an expression of righteousness and peace. Years before he had loved a young woman, but knew that he could not continue preaching in his district and support a wife. One day he came to her home and in tears, holding her hands, made and told her his choice. Since then, with quivering voice but calm face, he had married her to a friend, and baptized her two chil- dren and had buried her husband. He loved her still, but his earthly treasurers were as meager as when she had wedded another. The crowd was too great for the little school house, so they came out and sat upon the green under two great a"s3 Chit-Chat twin oaks, while God's ambassador, standing upon a rude bench nailed between the trunks, gave to them his mes- sage of simple words in the voice and tone of friend and neighbor. Since early morning he had preached two sermons, christened a half dozen infants, baptized three confes- sors, visited a bed-ridden man and a feeble, old, blind woman, and given burial service to one of his congrega- tion. Far in the night, when the day's work was done and he slept, his were dreams of peace. Two angels with forward pendant wings formed a mercy seat above his bed and on it sat One a thousand times brighter than the sun, who in a voice that might be heard through space, though softer than the music of riffled waters, spoke to him. "Well done, good and faithful servant, continue in the labor of the Lord.'" "But, Lord, I am lonely and weak and homeless and would rest." " Weary not in well-doing. My grace is sufficient for thee; My strength is made perfect in weakness-you have a home not made with hands, eternal in the heavens." On Tuesday the surveying party began work on the Helton property. This was so distant from Saylor's that they thought of moving headquarters to Asher Brock's at the head of the creek valley; but as a couple of days would complete the work they concluded to remain where they were, riding forth in the morning and back in the evening. Mary fixed a lunch, which was placed in a grain sack and tied behind Cornwall's saddle. Near noon they stopped to rest and eat under some elms in the upper 34 A Week in a Mountain Home 35 creek valley, when Cornwall discovered that the lunch was gone, the sack having been pulled off while he was riding through the dense underbrush. Their appetites were whetted by the smell of frying ham, wind-wafted down the creek from Asher Brock's. They rode to the house and asked to share the meal. The maintaineer is like the Arab; he never refuses to enter- tain a guest. The old man sat at the end of the table, with Duffield on his right and his daughter, a girl about seventeen, and barefooted, next beyond. The family circle was large and, with the four guests, the table was crowded. In the midst of the meal they were startled by the girl who. crying "Ouch!" jumped up from the table. Her father, looking at Duffield with murder in his eye, said: "What's the matter, Cinthy" "The cat s(cratched my foot." The old man looked under the table for confirmation; and there sat the old, black cat, looking as innocent as a Madonna. And the family resumed the meal. That afternoon, as they were running one of the lines, Cornwall said to Duffield: "That cat saved your life." "Heck! That cat scared me to death." " Oh, I'm on to you; I have heard of your tricks when you were surveying in Clay and Leslie. " "You mean that time over on Red Bird; that is the greatest fishing stream in Kentucky, and most appropri- ately named, as each papaw bush and hazel and black- berry thicket is the home of a family of red birds. "From Big to Bear Creek it is a succession of riffles and smooth pools. These pools are the favored haunts and playgrounds of bass, perch and soft-shell turtles. A single drag with a minnow seine in one of the feeding brooks will give you an ample supply of bait. When 36 carefully keeping behind the overhanging shore brush and exercising caution not to knock brush or clod into the stream, an hour's mediocre effort is rewarded by a dozen bass of uniform size, weighing about a pound each. Should you make an unusual noise, break a twig or cause the sandy bank to cave and ripple the water, you must pass on to the next pool and use more caution. "We were stopping at old man White's. The house had three rooms in the front. It was in the spring, and at night we sat in the big middle room around the open fireplace and joined in the family conversation. This was the bedroom of the old folks. Their grown daugh- ter, who attended school, sat by the table worrying over her lessons in compound interest, the practical applica- tion of which in after years would be as needful as a mariner's compass to steer her father's log canoe, tied to the root of a sveamore. I went over and helped her a bit and she became quite cordial in manner. " When I handed back her slate, I wrote upon it: 'By moonlight, when all is still, I will play Romeo under your window.' I saw that she read it when, with a half- blush, half-smile, she applied the rag with vigor to her slate. I knew she understood. All the girls in this broad land, though they may not know the sum of seven times eight, are familiar with the story of Romeo and Juliet and the balcony scene in ancient Verona. "Coleman Reid was with me. You know he is always butting in when there is a girl around. He came over and began drawing cartoons on the slate and, satisfied with prospective arrangements, I gave him my seat, tak- ing his by the fire. "In a short while the girl and her sister went to their room on the right end of the house and Reid and I to ours on the left. Chit-Chat; A Week in a Mountain Home "Reid wore his hair long and roached back; mine I have always worn short. We undressed and went to bed, both pretending to be sleepy. "After an hour I got up, dressed, and started out, when my friend, who had been playing possum all the time, said: 'Where are you going 'I'm not sleepy; I think I will take a little walk.' "' Don't you want your hat' "'No.' "And so I walked around to the north end of the house, where our host's daughter sat at the open window. "I said something about it being a pleasant night, to which she replied: 'Ayr you the long-haired or the short-haired oneV' 'The short-haired one.' 'Bend over so I can feel and see.' "So I bent over, happy to have my clipped locks caressed by her capable hands, when she gave me a crack with a rolling pin or some other delicate instrument. And, without a word, half staggering, I walked out from the shadow of the house into the moonlight and sat down on the stile blocks until I could distinguish the real from the artificial stars. Then I went in and to bed. "Reid was half-dressed when I came in and, about the time I climbed into bed, he went out the door for a walk, blaming me for waking him up. "In a little while he came back, looking the worse for wear. A few drops of blood discolored his cheek near the ear. He never told me what happened. I only know that after that night he was not so restless and took no moonlight strolls. "The next night I helped the girl again with her compound interest, but Reid talked to the old man about running logs down the river on the June tide." 37 38 Ch l -( CI al Thursday morning, Cornwall and his M)arty, having completed the surveys, returned to Harlan. A week later Mrs. Saylor met him by appointment in Pineville. They went to the jail with a notary, when she and her husband executed a deed to the Pittsburgh Coal & Coke Company for the Straight Creek place, and were given a check for the purchase price, thirty-five thousand dollars. The Saylors Move to the Bluegrass CHAPTER V. THE SAYLORS MOVE TO THE BLUEGRASS. In November the Court of Appeals reversed the case of Saylor against the Commonwealth and remanded it for retrial. Saylor gave bail in the sum of three thou- sand dollars and was discharged from custody. He passed the first two or three days of his freedom at the old place on Straight Creek; then he and his wife took the train at Pineville for Richmond and spent more than a week driving through the country examining farms on the market in Garrard, Madison and Clark counties. They finally purchased one in Madison County, between Silver Creek and Paint Lick. Then they returned home and, after preparations were completed for their departure, loaded their household goods into a two-horse wagon and drove through, nearly a hundred miles, to the new home. The women folks rode in the wagon. The old man and the boys preceded them on horseback, driving their small bunch of cattle and sheep. Before the move, Cornwall received a letter from Mary asking that he write Wellesley, making inquiries as to the cost of the course and the preparation necessary to matriculate. This he did and forwarded the reply to her on Straight Creek. A few days later he received a short note of thanks for that and the many other serv- ices he had rendered them. She also asked that he come and see them before their removal and gave the new home address. He intended riding over to Straight Creek before they moved, but court was in session and he was very busy. 39 When he did make the trip, he found the house deserted. He saw no member of the family until the February term of the Bell Circuit Court, which Saylor and his wife attended for his retrial. He received a Christmas card from Mary, mailed at Wellesley, and wrote her a note of thanks for the re- membrance, of congratulation at the realization of her desire, and a wish that the New Year might prove one of happiness and further realization. Old man Saylor, dispensing with the services of Squire Putman, insisted that Cornwall try his case alone and fix his own fee; but not being acquainted in the county, he asked Judge Hurst to help, particularly in selecting the jury, and paid him 150.00 of the 500.00 fee charged Saylor for services in the Court of Appeals and the retrial of his case. All new residents of the county on the panel, if not excused for cause, were peremptorily challenged. The case was tried by a native jury that had respect for Say- lor's plea of self-defense and apparent necessity and who understood what Simpson's threat meant. T'hey were out about twenty minutes and returned a verdict of "not guilty." Cornwall, knowing with what anxiety Mary would await news of the trial, telegraphed her: "All court mat- ters concluded and to your entire satisfaction"; so word- ing it that she might not be embarrassed. Saylor and his wife after the trial exhibited no haste to return to the Bluegrass or to re-establish social rela- tions with their new neighbors. They spent several days visiting up the creek and in old Pineville. One night they called at Cornwall's hotel. Little was said about the trial, though Mrs. Saylor shed a few tears Chit-Chat 40 The Sailors Move to the Bluegrass and called Cornwall a good boy. As usual, the old man did most of the talking. "Well, young man, how are you coming on up to Har- lan Towwn. I shore do miss old Pine Mountain and the rocks and trees; the jingle of the bells as the cows at evening hasten homeward from the timbered hills; the big, open fireplace with its light and glow of burning oak and chestnut where we huddled in happy talk and kin- ship; the darkness of the night where even the moon came slowly over the mountain and peeped timidly through the trees; the stillness of the night when all in the house might hear Susie whispering her prayers and the whip- poorwills calling in the thickets. "The first thing in the morning I used ter go by the friendlvy old well and drink a gourdful of the soft, cool water, then feed Tom and Jerry and bring in an armload of wood. As I came in the door the frosty air was sweet with the smell of home-cured bacon which the old woman was fixing fer breakfast and when I sat down there it was jest right, a streak of lean and of fat showing in thin layers. And the big pones of cornbread hot from the Dutch oven; of meal fresh from the old water mill and sweet to the taste; a big dish of fried apples, a jug of sorghum and a glass of milk. It was a nice place to live. I would not care to pass the old house now. The door might be shut, the fireplace cold; I would find no wel- comin- face." "Mr. Saylor, what about the new home " "Oh, it does pretty good; the cattle are picking up, but Tray sits in the open o' nights and howls at the moon. We have three hundred acres, mostly pasture, with a few oak, walnut and wild cherrv trees and a muddy pond or two and a thimble spring. There's one little thicket in a draw big enough to hide a cotton tail. The world is 41 4Chit-Chat too big down there and I can see too far all ways at once; too many homes and men and too few hills and trees. The house is of brick with a porch and big pillars three feet through that reach to the roof. We sleep upstairs; there are ten rooms; but there is no place to sit and toast your shins. Can't see a fire in the house and it is as hot and stuffy as hell; got one of them hot-air things down in the cellar; she shore eats up the coal. There are no whippoorwills and no hoot owls, but lots of crows and jay birds and meadow larks. I like to hear that little, valler-chested feller whistle from the pasture gatepost. Far off to the south, when the air is keen and, the sun shines bright, you can see the blue mountains. The win- dow of the barn loft looks that way. W-hen I ain't feeling right peart, I go out to the barn and climb up to the loft. I used to keep a joint of stove pipe up there. When I held that tight to my face I could look through and see nothing but them hills. Last month down at Richmond town I bought me a spy glass. It's a good one and she brings them close. "One day a young feller who lives on yan side of Silver Creek rid up in a side bar buggy. I thought he was kinder expecting to git acquainted with Marv. He tied at the gate and come in. I met him in the front yard where we keep the caldes and let the sheep run. He walked up and shook hands and says: 'I'm Bradley Clay.' I says: 'Dang it, I can't help it.' He kinder stif- fened his back, then he laffed and says: 'Mr. Saylor, there is a stock sale down at Paint Lick Saturday; come down; you might get some good cattle and sheep cheap for your fine pasture lands.' I says: 'All right, young feller, I'll be thar. Will you come in the house and have a cheer' He says, 'No,' and rides off. I went over and bought some right good stock pretty cheap. 42 The Saiylors Move to the Bluegrass " The men were right friendly, specially Jack Gal- lagher, the auctioneer, and we passed a few jokes. There was a whole bunch of wimen folks there, but I didn't meet none of them and they don't seem to visit round much, at least they don't come much to our house. I sometimes think the old woman is most as lonesome as I be. "Caleb went over to the Paint Lick school house after Christmas; kept it up three days and had a fight every day, then he had the mumps. That boy is young yet, jest ten, so we let him quit the school, 'cause the teacher called him a mountain wildcat. He traded a feller out of a fox hound; now he and his houn' dog hunt rabbits and 'pos- sums nigh 'bout all day long. "Mary went east to school about Thanksgiving. It cost me nine hundred dollars, but she's a good girl and helped you git me off. She writes her mother nearly every day. I do hope you git down to see us soon. They tell me there are some nice-looking gals 'round our set- tlement. You can have the big boy's buggy which he bought ter take Clay's terbacey tenant's darter buggy riding. Do you dance So do I, but not their kind down there. They hug each other tight and slip erlong, while we shuffle our feet and swing. "Before I go back I am going up to Berry Howard's and try to buy a hundred-weight of home-cured bacon. Well, old woman, I think you and this here young lawyer have talked erbout enough. Let's go on up to Aunt Mandy's and go to bed. Come down soon; good luck and, as Caleb learned from that Dago, 'boney sarah.' " 43 Chit-Chat CHAPTER VI. CORNWALL BUYS A HOME. About eight months after Cornwall settled in Harlan, an old brick house fronting the principal residence street, with a large yard of forest trees and behind it a garden extending back to the river, about three acres, was of- fered for sale. Cornwall, who was present as a specta- tor, became suddenly and irresistibly possessed with a desire to purchase it, and did so for fifty-eight hundred dollars, paying one-third of the purchase price down, which was all the money he had, borrowing the remainder from the local bank. After a, careful examination of the house and grounds, which he had not done in advance of the purchase, he became convinced he had made a bargain and was con- firmed in that idea when, two months later, Mr. Neal, the owner of some coal properties on Clover Fork, who had brought his family from Louisville to Harlan, of- fered seventy-five hundred dollars for it. This offer he declined, because he had already writ- ten his mother of the purchase, telling her the place was to be their home, and how well satisfied he was with his work, and of the prospect for better things the little mountain city offered. She had answered that it was her intention to visit him as soon as the railroad was completed, when, if he was as well satisfied and she found the place one-half as nice as he declared it to be, she would remain and they would try to make the old place a comfortable home. He answered at once that: "Several Louisville and Lexington families have recently moved here, quite nice 44 Cornwall BuIJs a Home people, and you will find sufficient social entertainment for one of your quiet disposition. When we can afford to repair and remodel the house and furnish it, using your handsome, old furniture, we will be very comfort- able. Personally, I can conceive of no more satisfactory arrangement. The railroad from Pineville will be com- pleted in less than a month, which will give connection by rail with Louisville. Then you can ship our house- hold effects through and find the trip a reasonably com- fortable one." Upon the completion of the railroad the little moun- tain city assumed quite a metropolitan air. Many strangers came to town. This made business; and Corn- wall had as much to do as he could comfortably handle and retain his position with the company. While at breakfast on the 6th of July, he was handed a telegram announcing his mother's arrival on the morn- ing train. The hotel was crowded, but he procured a comfortable room and made arrangements to meet her with a carriage. Then he went to the office and worked until it was time to drive to the station. As he came out upon the platform the train pulled in; and his mother, whom he had not seen for a year, waved to him from the rear platform. He eaught her in his arms and lifted her down, while she shed a few happy tears and responded to his caresses. Then taking her hand baggage in one hand and her arm with the other, he started towards the carriage. "One moment, John; I beg your pardon, Dorothy. This is my son, John Cornwall; and John, this is Miss Dorothy Durrett, a niece of Mrs. Neal's. She is making her a visit and expects to remain during the summer. We came all the way together. I met her just after the train 45 Chit-Chat left the Louisville station; we had opposite berths last night and breakfast in Pineville at the same table, so we are fairly well acquainted." "Miss Durrett I know your uncle very well and have met your aunt. I do not see either of them here." "I should have telegraphed, but am careless about such matters." "I have a carriage at the door and lots of room; mother and I will be glad to drive you to your uncle's." "I have found your mother such agreeable company, I would like to continue the journey with her, even to uncle's door." The three walked to the street together, entered the carriage and drove first to the Neal residence, where they left Miss Durrett, then to the hotel. Mrs. Cornwall liked the town. Its location on the river bank and the sloping foothills of Pine Mountain, the murmur of the river, and the quiet, practical lives of her neighbors, all fit into her idea of a place to live. The vard and garden of the place her son had purchased she found charming and in sweet concord with the river and the hills. She was not a critical woman, but all she could say in favor of the house was; "It is substantial and seemingly built to withstand the incursions of time." Though it had been built before the Civil War, the foundation of stone, the walls of red brick and the roof of steel gray slate, were as sound as when first con- structed. The arched front door, bordered with a tran- som and small panes of glass, was the one artistic thing; and she declared must not be altered. But the small iron porch, little longer than the width of the doorway, must be supplanted by a broad veranda, the roof of which should be supported by massive colonial pillars, in keep- 46 Cornwall Buys a Home ing with the grounds, and curative of the barrenness of the house. The interior, she said, was a desecration of architec- ture as an ornamental science, a waste of room and a destruction of grace and beauty. Though John would not concede the waste of room, since every thing was built on a right angle plan and nothing appropriated room but the partition walls and a narrow stairway. The interior looked as though it were fashioned by artisans who were zealous disciples of a carpenter's square and who carried it about for insistent and perpetual use. She pointed out where many new windows must be cut or old ones en- larged and considerably modified in form. "John, you and I must save our money for the next year, then we will have an architect give our modifications the sanction of his approval. We must not be too preci- pitate with alterations; living in the old house as it is a year, will settle just what we desire. In the meantime we can find plenty to do in the yard and garden. "I have four thousand dollars in bank which I have been saving for you. We will use it to pay off the balance of the purchase price and to supplement my furniture, which is not more than half enough for the house. "How happy we shall be planning and changing the house and grounds to suit our mutual fancy. It will be the second time for me. When your father was thirty we had saved three thousand dollars, just enough to buy a little home. Then we changed our plan and built one fresh and new. He died before the newness wore awav and the place really looked like home. I believe your plan the better one; to buy an old home with a large front yard of great forest trees and a garden back of the kitchen, a house of substantial wall and foundation and 47 Chit-Chat living in it, as fancy dictates or need requires or purse affords, make your alterations; then the place grows from strangeness to sympathy and takes on individuality. "These old cherry and pear trees we will make room for in our plans. But you must cut out the dead tops and spray the trees. We want even these old trees to look comfortable and happy. Oh, they are sickle pears and nearly ripe. Just such ones as grew on father's place near Middletown; and I, a girl in sun bonnet and gingham apron, climbed the trees or picked them from a ladder. I must have a sun bonnet again and some gingham aprons. When you come home in the evening I will stand erect or walk with a sprightly step as a young girl and the sun bonnet will hide my gray hair and pale face and you will say; 'I wonder who that slender country girl is out under the trees I suppose mother has gone to the house for something.' When I turn round you will say; 'Why, it is little mother the mountain air and sunshine and the garden are doing wonders for her.' John you are a good boy and you are helping too. "Look, John, there's a whole row of snowball and lilac bushes, and here are some early yellow roses, and over there a border of golden glow and a bed of lilies of the valley, and yet further on some hardy lilies and peo- nies, and beyond the walk a strawberry bed and sage, and gooseberries and red raspberries and an arbor of grape vines and a rustic bench. "We are at home, John. The garden makes me young again and I see your father's face in your own. It is as though God had given me the two in the one body. John, brush off the bench and let us sit here and watch the shadows lengthen and fade and the coming darkness add 48 Cormwall Buys a Home zest and brilliance to the full moon. Then we '11 go to the house hand in hand and you can help with the supper. You are not too hungry to wait a bit, John" "No, mother." They sat for some time in silence as the twilight deepened. "Mrs. Neal and her niece, Dorothy Durrett, called to- day. You must take me over some evening to see them. I must not forget that you are a man and that some time you will be looking for a wife. You must go out occa- sionally, else you will appear awkward in the presence of young ladies or be considered a crank. " "I like to go, mother, but I have not much time since I've been up here. Everything was new and I had to work hard and, even with that, have got many a knock I might have dodged; and lost once or twice because of inexperience. Experience in the practice is the best pro- fessor in law, but rather hard on the client. I met one nice girl. Though her family were homely moun- tain people, she was making the best of her opportunities. Last winter she took a preliminary course at Wellesley and this fall enters the college as a freshman. I be- lieve you would like Mary; I did, anyway. This is Thurs- day; suppose we go over to the Neals' Sunday afternoon or Monday evening. " " I will go with you Sunday afternoon at four o'clock." The Neal home was within easy walking distance of the Cornwall place. John and his mother made their visit as planned. Their reception was cordial; Dorothy showed that she was glad of the diversion. 49 Chit-Chat She was quite popular with the boys of her set at home; and it was an unusual experience when she was not called upon to entertain one or more young men Sunday afternoon and evening. She and Cornwall sat upon the porch, joining in the general conversation. After a time Dorothy suggested that he carry the chairs out in the side yard, where they sat under the shade of two wide spreading elms. They talked of several recently published romances; of mutual friends in Louisville; of their amusements, coming out parties; engagements and of the marriage of two of their friends, which had proven a disappointment to each party. "Well, Miss Durrett, what about the mountains; do you like them" "They are all right for the summer if you could have a big house party, bringing your friends with you. I must confess that I have done little but read the week I have been here." "Oh, make new friends; adapt yourself to your en- vironment; I can do so with the men. There are some fine young fellows here; though they are usually at work, ex- cept when they are hunting, or swimming or fishing. I believe girls are scarce; at least I know very few. I will bring Duffield and Reid around from our office and ask young Cornett to come with us. How will it do for Wednesday evening. If you feel unequal to entertaining the four, your aunt might ask a couple of girls in. We'll be very glad to go for them and take them home again. Give me their names and I will arrange with the boys." "How very kind; you are just the sort of friend one needs. Let's go at once and speak to Mrs Neal." 50 Cornwall Buys a Home "Aunt, Mr. Cornwall and I are planning a little party for Wednesday evening. He is to be responsible for the young men and you are to ask three of the girls who have called;-and serve some light refreshments, else Mr. Cornwall will have to take us to the drug store. Does Wednesday evening suit you" "Yes, indeed; what girls would you suggest Mr. Corn- wall " "They've hardly been in my line since I have been up here. I only know one or two. It's nice to come not knowing who you will meet;-besides I am not as deeply interested as the other three men. I shall speak for AMiss Durrett in advance and have the pick of all possible prospects. " They returned to their seats under the elms and com- pleted their plans; Mrs. Neal having announced that she would ask Bessie Hall, Marv Norwood and Helen Creech. Dorothy said; "The young men suggested shall go for them while you come ahead and make yourself generally useful. This is the penalty for being so presumptuous as to demand me as a partner before I have seen the other gentlemen." Mrs. Neal and Dorothy were both experienced enter- tainers and the little party was a complete success. From Wednesday evening the Neal home became the center of gaiety for more than a dozen young persons. At night when Dorothy was at home each window seat and rustic bench was the stage of a scene from the first act of a seemingly serious love affair, had not the actors changed partners and rehearsed the same scenes. By day there were picnics to the mountain tops, fish- ing and bathing parties, horseback rides up Clover Fork 51 Chit-Chat and down the river and at night card parties, informal dances, hay rides and suppers. Cornwall, who for more than a year had been very studious and unduly sedate, went everywhere; making re- peated apologies to his mother for leaving her so much alone all the while declaring that he thought a thousand times more of her than any girl in the world. She and Mrs. Neal became great friends. Mr. Neal said, when his wife was not at home he knew she was over at the Cornwalls', and .John. who heard the remark, replied; "I am always coming over to your house hunt- ing mother, " at which the young crowd on the porch roared with laughter. Dorothy was the most popular of the girls and in her bird-like way a beautiful little creature. A blonde of the purest type, of petite and perfect form, weighing about a hundred pounds. Every boy that came to the house, at one time or another, gave her a great bouquet of roses or mountain laurel or a box of chocolates. Among themselves, they called her Dolly Dimples Durrett. All the household and the girls called her Dolly; even Cornwall unconciously called her Dolly several times; once in Mrs. Neal's pres- ence. After he left the house Mrs. Neal asked Dorothy when he began doing that. "Oh! He did it unconsciously; he is around and hears it so much; I am expecting every dav to call him John and probably have. It doesn't mean anything. I'm almost sorry to say." She seemed not to care in the least who of the boys was her cavalier, making it a point rather to keep the whole company entertained and in the best of spirits though Cornwall was most with her and they were such good friends as to feel privileged not to weary each other with forced conversation, taking time to think a little. 52 Cornwall Buys a Homwe She was as vivacious and light of heart as a feathery summer cloud; and, I was about to say, reminding one of a butterfly; but there was nothing of the sedate, slow, hovery movement of that beautiful insect. Her's was an extremely animated, aggressive daintiness. She always seemed to be hovering near or peeping into a bunch of flowers or carefully selecting -a piece of candy for her dainty little mouth. Her costumes were filmy creations of silk or other soft fluffy stuffs that gave forth the iridescence and sheen of a perfect opal; a coal of unquenchable, oscillat- ing ruby fire in the heart of a milky diamond. She was a gorgeous little humming bird. So John described her to his mother and she knew he had not found the girl he wished for his wife. One Sunday Dorothy and Mr. and Mrs Neal, came from church to dine with them. After dinner, while the others sat in the cool, dark- ened library, Dorothy and John wandered about the yard and garden. They passed a bed of flowers in full bloom, over which darted and poised a pair of humming birds. The flowers were not attractive to the eye or of pleasant odor; but the long corollas held a pungent, honeyed sweetness that attracted the birds and many insects. Its technical name was Agave Americana. The seed had been brought from Mexico by the former owner of the place who, after mak- ing a great fortune in mining, had first settled in Harlan, but moved away, as the place offered very limited op- portunities for spending his income. When Dorothy passed the flower bed she gathered a handful and held them to her face with evident relish as they walked through the garden and found seats on the bench under the arbor. 53 Chit-Chat They had been seated a few minutes when a messenger came from the public telephone office calling for John to answer a call from Pittsburgh. Knowing it was urgent, he excused himself, asking Dorothy to wait in the arbor, expecting to be gone five minutes. He was delayed at least twenty. When he returned she was peacefully sleeping on the bench. To awaken her he held the bunch of flowers to her face. She smiled, sat up and stretching out her arms moved them up and down more rapidly than he thought human- ly possible; the vibration or arc described, being one eighth of a complete circle. She bent forxvard, placing her lips above first one corolla then another. Her actions were unmistakable imitations of a humming bird. During the whole time she kept up an incessant humming or a chirpy little chatter, when John, almost in tears, taking her by the arm, awoke her. "Oh! Oh! While you were away I slept and had the funniest dream. Come with me to the hammock under the oaks in the yard and I will tell it. Tell me the name of those strangely familiar flowers Why they are the very ones I saw in my dream!" THE DREAM. "I sat on a bare twig, far from the ground, feeling safer at that giddy height than nearer earth, preening pinions, polishing beak and uttering the while a plain- tive little chatter. "There was a whirry buzz from above, a breeze of swift motion, a tremor of my perch, and beside me sat a gorgeous little knight, dressed even more brilliantly than I. 54 Cornwall Buys a Home "His general body armor was of shining golden green, duller and giving gradual place to an opaque black under- neath. He wore a crown of metallic violet and gorget of emerald green; his tail feathers were a brassy sheeny green and upon his breast and near his eyes were a few feathers of snowy white, as though he had been caught for a second in a snow storm. "As he moved in the sunlight those colors shifted and changed until, if I had not been restrained by modesty, in ecstacy I must have cried;-'What a gorgeous being you are!' and he, doubtless reading my thoughts and more than pleased that I liked his appearance, moved yet closer and whispered words of love to me. "From our perch we looked out upon the land, the foothill country. It was loved and kissed by the sun. The scent of fragrant blossoms filled the air and the fields were dotted with vari-colored flowers. Far above to the north was a mountain range, the highest peaks of which were covered with snow, and far below to the south was a lazy tropic river hemmed to the water's edge by forests of dense shade. There we never ventured though sometimes when the sun was hottest we flew to the very edge of the snow fields and sipped the most delicious nectar from the white wax-like flowers that grew on their moist border. "It was a life of freedom and movement. Not a moment of inactive discontent; to dart with the speed of an arrow but pursue as variant a course as fancy dic- tated; from twig top to field, feeding upon honeyed nectar and small insects which also loved the flowers and fed upon their sweets. Not perching in sluggish dumbness at the place of feeding but hovering in a fragrant flowery world over the red or white or blue corolla cloth of an 55 Chit-Chat ever changing dinner service, leading all the while a life of intense movement, to pass as a bar of light, to stop and rest and as suddenly depart. "There is a flash of green, red and purplish light, as the iridescence of the purest gem. Was it the airplane of a fairy passing by that gave forth all those gorgeous hues, or had an angel in passing from heaven to earth dropped a jewel from his crown I saw no wings in motion, but I have grown to know and love the sound I heard; 'tis Sir Knight returning from one of his ex- cursions. "He alights, and preening his feathers a second, the while humming a little love ditty comes very close and whispers; 'Love, will you be mineV' And the answer is so low that nothing but a humming bird may hear. "So we leave the twig and skimming over field and rill come into a land of flowers; and many of them are such flowers as I had just gathered. "No longer alone, we mingle with the bees and butterflies and many insects and others of our kind, all intent upon a breakfast of honey dew freshly garnered and served each morning; and such a service! The very air is alive with the gathering; our ears are deafened by the whistling sounds of flight. from a plaintiff treble to a resonant bass, mingled with cries of joy and greet- ing and quarrelsome chatter. It is the chit-chat of the insect world. "My mate on vibrant invisible wing is immovably sus- pended in a near vertical position over a large bell white corolla, while I feast from a platter with a scarlet border and a golden center. "Ye men who would learn to fly, take the humming bird for instructor; and be taught that the most powerful 56 Cornwall Buys a Home flight is not given to breadth of wing but to swiftness of motion or vibration; and in watehing Sir Knight poised above a flower you may solve the mystery of a suspended flight. "Finally we fix upon the place to build the nest, on a limb overhanging the eddying pool of a mountain tor- rent, just above the foam and spray of a waterfall. "Equally careful search is made for material. The foundation is made of moss plastered into a mass and saddled on a limb. Then it is lined with white vege- table lint or down. "I now lead a more sedate life as becomes one assum- ing the responsibilities of rearing a family; and, a be- liever in a small and well-groomed family, lay but two snow-white eggs. " While I am busy on the nest, Sir Knight pugna- ciously guards bride and home and, having much leisure, becomes an exterior decorator of the nest, dressing it in a becoming coat of gray lichens. "A small hawk lights in the treetop; he is scarcely settled before our guard makes swift and vicious charge at his head and eyes with needle-like beak. The hawk in trepidation soars away, pursued for many a yard, too slow to strike back effectively. "When the little fellows are old enough to malke trips alone to the flowery feeding grounds I fly to the edge of the forest and there, tempted to feed from the cone- shaped flowers of a pendant vine, become enmeshed in the web of a great tropical spider. "The spider stealthily approaches, watching a chance to spring when I have grown even more helpless from fu- tile struggle. There is a whir of wing, a dart of rainbow light, a hole torn in the net. The spider is tossed from his footing and falls wounded to earth. There is another 57 Chit-Chat welcome whir of wings and I, torn loose, half flutter, half fly to a nearby limb. Sir Knight has rescued his lady love! "It was then I awoke and found you standing beside me with those flowers in your hand." John did not think it necessary to tell the girl what she had done before he aroused her. This knowledge, with the dream, was to him an uncanny thing. The girl's experience he felt was in some wierd way a call from a misty and long-forgotten past. The dream but empha- sized comparisons lie himself had made. He had even told his mother the girl reminded him of a humming bird. This conception, with the dream, blotted out all thought of the consummation of a slowly growing love. Though he tried to conceal this feeling, the girl in a subtle way perceived it. They returned to the library, and the Neals shortly after returned home. That night the girl was depressed and could not sleep. She found herself repeating: "Oh, why did I tell John that dream! He did not like it; I wonder why." The long-distance call was a request from Mr. Rogers to come to Pittsburgh. He left the next morning on the early train, without seeing Dorothy, and was detained ten days. When he returned she had gone home. He wrote an almost formal letter explaining his sudden de- parture and expressing regret that upon his return he had not found her in Harlan. She answered, acknowledg- ing the receipt of his letter and expressing the hope that when he came to Louisville he would call upon her. As a business proposition, the trip to Pittsburgh had been a complete success. The company had contracted to purchase some valuable mining property in West Vir- 58 Cornwall Buys a Home 59 ginia and had sent for John to make a careful re-exami- nation of the title and check up the abstract furnished by the vendor. This work required more than a week and when completed the company found it so satisfac- tory they paid him a bonus of 250.00 above his expenses and salary and informed him of a raise of his salary on the first of the month, when his first year would be com- pleted, to two thousand dollars. This, with his practice, assured an income of four thousand dollars a year. Chit-Chat CHAPTER VII. MARY AND JOHN PROGRESS. The experiences of Mary on lifer trip East to Wellesley and the first few months of college life were such as to try her courage and earnestness of purpose. Her travel- ing experience, until the family moved to Madison County, had been limited to trips to Pineville, Middles- boro and Harlan. Since moving, she had been to Rich- mond, Winchester and Lexington. A week or so before she went East, she and her mother had gone to Lexington to purchase her clothing. Her father had given her one hundred and fifty dollars for the purpose, to which she had added fifty dollars of her own money. Before she bought anything she insisted on sitting an hour in the hotel parlor and then walking about the street for the purpose of noting the costumes of girls her own age. She had gone to church at Paint Lick and, sitting near the pew of the Clays, had seen Bradley Clay and his sister, Rosamond, come in. Watching the girl, she had thought what a becoming costume she wore. It was a dark blue dress, very simply, though carefully, made. With this limited experience, when she began purchasing, going to a neatly dressed clerk and asking that she show her some costumes, and such as she herself fancied; her purchases, when completed and fitted, were appropriate and becoming and almost transformed the girl. When the time came to leave home, her resolution was near the breaking point. She feared her father might be convicted, though she had faith in Mr. Cornwall, 60( Mary and John Progress which had been strengthened by his predicted reversal of her father's case. She had never been separated any length of time from her mother, except when at school in Pineville. Then she had lived with her mother's sister, her aunt Mandy, and went home every Saturday. Now, for many months, she would be away from all kindred and acquaintances, depending for sympathy and compan- ionship on yet unmade friends. Her father said: "Don't go, little girl, if you don't feel like it, while she cried in his arms." " Father, I shall go; be good to mother, and when Mr. Cornwall gets you off never touch a gun." "Alright, Marv." Her mother accompanied her to Winchester and there, with face stained by tears and the coal dust of the local train, bade her good-bye. Mary bought her ticket by way of New York, on the C. & 0. At the advice of the agent, who was a kindly man and had grown daughters of his own, she purchased a Pullman ticket and was told when she arrived in New York to go straight to the traveler's aid matron in the station. AVhen the train pulled up, her cheap, little trunk was put in the baggage car and she, with a paper shoe box of lunch under her arm and a cheap hand-bag in the other hand, boarded the train and took a seat in the day coach, where she would have remained, except that the agent, seeing her talking through the window with her mother, pointed her out to the conductor as a Pullman passenger. After the train started, the conductor piloted her to her section and, as he went out, whispered to the car conductor to shoo off the drummers. In New York the station matron put her aboard her train and sent a telegram to the college, asking that some one meet her, which Mary signed and paid for. 61 Chit-Chat She was unable to qualify for the freshman course, but was permitted to enter on probation. Her natural ability and application were such that in a few months she had qualified herself to continue in the class and at the end of the spring term was ranked among the most proficient of the freshmen. Upon her arrival she had been given a room with a little snob, the only child of a newly rich couple who lived in a suburb of Boston. Her roommate did everv- thing she could to make Mary as miserable as possible. She made fun of her clothes, ridiculed her local idioms and expressions and laughed at her inexperience. She would not study and tried to keep Mary from doing so. She rolled on Mary's bed, keeping her own tidy; appro- priated three-fourths of the closet and most of the draw- ers of the dresser and washstand, leaving for Marv the bottom drawer of each and closet hooks in the dark cor- ner. She reported to the matron that Mary was not neat and quarrelled all the time. But the matron, wise to the girls of her day and generation, had her suspicions, and by a careful and unsuspected surveillance soon became cognizant of true conditions. Marv was changed to share the room of a girl from Austin, Miss Litton, whose disposition was more like her own. From then on conditions became comfortable. After Dorothy returned home, Cornwall's friends said he was hard hit, because he turned his back on social diversions. He merely reverted to his habits preceding her visit. For a while he was invited everywhere, but declined; finally they discontinued sending invitations and left him to his hermithood. His sole recreation was the improvement of the old place, at which he spent all the time not given up to his law business. That grew steadily, so that in 1900, six 62 Mary and John Progress years after he had established himself in Harlan, he had an income in excess of 5,000.00. This, with his mother's annuity of 1,800.00, gave them more than three thousand dollars a year in excess of their actual needs. The leisure of the fall and winter of 1895 was spent in cleaning up, trimming the trees, transplanting shrubs and vines, including border beds of hydrangias which were planted around the walls of the house and out- buildings. When spring came and the garden had been plowed, rolled and planted, the grounds were in perfect condition. The yard and garden, so artistically laid off and per- fectly kept, emphasized the unattractive appearance of the bare, red-brick house until John and his mother felt forced to alter its rectangular barrenness. Since paying for the house they had saved something over 2,000.00 for that purpose and felt justified in commencing its al- teration. Duffield, the company engineer, was possessed of con- siderable artistic taste and an amateur architect. It so happened a friend of his from Pittsburgh, an architect, whose specialty was suburban homes, was spending his summer vacation camping and fishing on the Poor Fork. Duffield, who was with him, finally prevailed upon John to join the party. He rode up to the camp on Friday afternoon and remained until the following Monday. The visiting architect, the afternoon of his arrival in Harlan, passed the Cornwall home with Duffield. He commented upon the artistic arrangement of the grounds; the contrast between them and the house; and the opportunity the house offered for easy and artistic improvement. John, not knowing the visitor was an architect, or that he had even seen his home, but seeking Duffield's 63 4Chit-Chat approval of the contemplated modifications, disclosed his plans and asked for suggestions. The architect, recalling the house, began making sug- gestions, in the main approving John's plans. After they had discussed them for some time, the visitor stated that when the fishing camp broke up he would take a look and help out a bit. It was then John learned that Mr. Brad- ford was an architect and regarded as an authority on suburban homes. "Unless you stay up here and fish a few days with us, Bradford and I will not help you change the sober face and severe interior of your old, red-brick house. A home should suggest the character of its occupant, and your character is growing more in concord with your house each day; your affinitive expressions in a year or two will be perfect." "I must go to town Monday morning; it is county court day, but will return Wednesday evening and re- main until I have persuaded Mr. Bradford to make his home with me while I pump him diiy of plans for the improvement of the old hoase." And so Cornwall had the cheerful and gratuitous as- sistance of an architect in remodeling his home, who otherwise would have charged more than he contem- plated spending for improvement. When they returned to town the three, with Mrs. Cornwall, spent several pleasant evenings discussing and drawing up plans for remodeling it, Mr. Bradford and Duffield becoming al- most as interested as John and his mother. When the time came for Mr. Bradford to return home, John and his mother exacted a promise from him to re- turn the following summer and pass his vacation as their guest. 64 Mary and John. Progress 65 By the first of November the improvements were com- pleted at a cost of 3,300.00, making the total cost of the place nearly 10,000.00. It was conceded to be the most attractive and modern home in the county, though not the most expensive. Mr. Neal liked it so well that he offered John 15,000.00, which was declined. The little mountain city in growth kept pace with John 's improved conditions. There were many new brick business buildings. The character and appearance of the stores were modified from a general to a specialized stock. When you bought a saw you might have to go round the corner to buy a sack of flour or a pair of shoes. The names of the old merchants, such as Nolen and Ward and Middleton, disappeared and the new signs and ad- vertisements read: "Shoes greatly reduced because of our fire last week; going at half price. Leo Cohen." " We cut everything half in two to make room for our new stock. Herman Mann." "Linens at less than cost. Jacob Straus." A new bank and trust company were opened and the old bank, The Harlan National, doubled its capital stock. The ice and lighting plants were enlarged, and the city bought a site up the river, built a dam, installed pumping engines and constructed water mains into the city. An opera house was built, which, though its walls never re-echoed to the high soprano notes of a prima donna; had trembled to their foundations at the invectives of E. T. Franks; had shed sections of blistered plaster at the sad wailings of Gus Wilson, and had been moved by the matchless eloquence of A. 0. Stanley when telling the tale of his setter dog. The company's demands upon Cornwall's time had grown so that he asked for and received an increase of salary of 50.00 per month to be used in the employment Chit-Chat of a stenographer. The young woman in the main office who had formerly done his work was now scarcely able to answer the company mail. It being impossible to procure. a competent unem- ployed local stenographer, he inserted an advertisement in a Louisville paper. The answers he received were varied and in some instances amusing. One or two sent their pictures. Several desired in advance to know the age of their prospective employer and whether he was blonde or brunette. One even asked that he send his pic- ture, as she did not care to travel two hundred miles from home to face a fright. He finally employed a little Jewess, whose reply dwelt particularly on the question of compensation; demanded Saturday afternoon off; and if the place did not prove satisfactory, even after several months' trial, that her return expenses to Louisville were to be paid. Her name was Rachael Rothchilds. She stated she was a sister of Mrs. Mann, whose husband had bought out the Middle- ton general store. She remained with him seven years until she married, and he never once regretted the se- lection. When she came into the office the following Monday, Duffield was present; they were going over a survey to- gether. After taking a good look at her he said: "Well, she'll not waste much time in flirtations. This office will give her the go-by." She weighed about ninety pounds, was twenty years old and had a sallow, scabby com- plexion. She evidently thought that her face called for an apology, and stated that she had just recovered from a spell of sickness, and her father thought the mountain air might do her good. Her hair, however, was of remarkably fine texture and color, of a light chestnut, giving forth flashes of gold. 66 Mary and John Progress She was of slight though good figure, was quick in catch- ing a suggestion and endowed with considerable business sagacity. As her father had expected, the mountain air did her good. Within three months her complexion cleared up and she took on several pounds in weight; color came into her lips and a snappy expression into her formerly dull eyes. Duffield, who had been so severe in his criticism of her appearance, began to take notice and to extend invitations to go driving, or to lunch, or for a walk, but she invariably answered that she could only go out with Jewish boys. She must have been with Cornwall a year before he realized how she had improved in appearance. When sitting one day where the light and angle brought out the perfect profile of her features and the golden sheen of her hair, he first became aware that she was a beau- tiful woman, with as clear-cut and classic a face as the best cameo might exhibit. She was so smilingly cheerful and sweet-tempered that the boys of the office gave her the name of "Cricket," and so competent that suggestions and di- rections were superfluous in the performance of her effi- cient work. Slowly there crept into Cornwall's heart a tender feeling for the girl and when, several months later, Leo Cohen, the shoe merchant, began calling upon her and playing the devoted, and he saw how she responded to his attentions, even when walking with him, taking side steps to look up into his face with eyes of love and hap- piness, Cornwall suffered many jealous pangs. In a way that women have, not known to men, she found out that Cornwall was a devoted and consistent admirer. While she was fond of him in a companionable 67 Chit-Chat way, the shoe merchant was too strongly entrenched in her heart to leave the least room for another. The houses of Kentucky mountaineers are usually built upon a water course. Every native family living on Cumberland River, or its forks or tributaries, had a flock of geese which are kept to supply feathers for their feather beds. The geese are rarely eaten. It is bad enough to be plucked twice a year; the sensation is not pleasant and nights in the mountains are cool. Even sadder days were in store for the geese after the establishment of the Jewish colony in Harlan; the average life of a goose is fifty years and this for the Har- lan County flock was considerably reduced. The colony found no trouble in purchasing plucked geese at bargain prices for food and grease. Leo began his regular Sunday call on Rachael Roth- childs at 11 a. m. and continued it without break or in- termission until 11 o'clock every Sunday night. Rachael, during each of three winters, expended a month 's salary buying geese to feed Leo and he grew fat and slick, the sly, old fox, on hot-baked goose for dinner and cold roast goose for supper. Every time he sneezed she pressed upon him the gift of a jar of goose grease with which to anoint his chest, and he blackened and sold it to his customers for shoe oil. Leo was slow and careful in making proposals and suggesting a wedding day. For three long, suspensive years he called from two to three times weekly upon the girl and each Sunday feasted upon the fat of Gooseland, which is at the headwaters of the Cumberland River-all the while making the girl believe that she was to be his wife, though she was made to understand that the date was far ahead in the dim vistal future when his financial position justified marrying one who bore the name of 68 Mary and John Progress that celebrated family of bankers. The day of the girl's contemplated happiness might have been moved forward with satisfactory celerity had not Leo inquired of his friend Simon, of Louisville, as to old man Rothchild's bank account, and learned that he had nothing that sounded like real money but his name, whereas to Leo a rich Jewess by any other name would have seemed sweeter. After the courtship had continued three years, the shoe merchant in preparing for a fire sale left too many tracks in the snow. The fire marshal reported that the fire was caused by an Israelite in the basement and Leo. after many worries and the loss of his insurance, sought other goose pastures. In the early summer Cornwall wrote Howard Brad- ford, reminding him of his promise to spend his summer vacation with them, and received an answer saying he looked forward with pleasure to the time of keeping it, which would be about the 20th of July. The first week in July, John, passing the Neal home, was surprised to see Dorothy Durrett standing on the porch. She had arrived the day before. He was glad to learn that she expected to spend the summer with her aunt. They had a pleasant chat, for the most part, about their parties of the summer of two years before. Dorothy was now nearly twenty-one and in appearance even more attractive than when he had first known her. He told her of Howard Bradford's contemplated visit, and they began formulating plans for the summer. "You have not seen our house since it was remodeled according to Mr. Bradford 's suggestion, nor have you seen my mother; come with me now. I am thinking of giving a dance in honor of our guest. Three rooms of the lower floor are so arranged that they can be made 69 Chit-Chat into one, giving us plenty of room to dance. Will you please help me out" "Certainly I will, John. You used to say we were meant to help each other. Let me get a hat and tell Aunt Anna where I am going."' "How the place is improved! The grounds were al- ways delightful; now the whole is toned and in concord; a very delightful picture. There is your mother at the door waiting for her John. The woman who takes you off her hands gets an armload of responsibility. A man always compares his wife with his mother and you, John, will expect your wife to love and mother you as she has done. " "Oh, Dorothy! I am glad to see you! I did not know you in the start, or John, either. I do not see so well and I did not expect to see John with a woman. When did you come You are even more attractive than when you were here two years ago. John has acted like an old man since then. I wish some nice girl would marry him. " " Oh, John and I understand each other; we could be the best of friends, but never lovers. I will have to find him a good wife, else in his inexperience, with his head buried in a book, he may make a mistake. I know the very girl-Rosamond Clay, of Madison County; she visited me last winter. I shall have my aunt ask her to visit us while I am with her. Then I shall assign John to her and depend on Mr. Bradford or Mr. Duffield to entertain me. Watch what a match-maker I am, Mrs. Cornwall. Let us go through the house and then into the garden. My aunt insisted that I hurry back. What a delightful place for your dance! We can decorate with hydrangias and golden glow. John, the garden looks just the same as it did that Sunday afternoon two years 70 Mary and John Progress ago when we sat on this same bench under the arbor of ripening grapes and I told you my dream of the hum- ming birds. For a while I regretted having done so, knowing that you saw too deeply into my heart and was not wholly satisfied with the vision. What you saw was, in a way, the soul of Dorothy. Now I am glad I told it. We would never have been real happy, John, though we were beginning to think so. I hope before I marry the one I love will tell me even his dreams; they sometimes lift the curtain to the inner self. I must go now." "Mother, I am walking home with Dorothy and shall come right back." "Don't say that, John; no sentiment; that day is gone, perhaps for our mutual happiness. You are my friend, John Cornwall, and always will be. Come over tomorrow evening and tell me about yourself and your friends. When Mr. Bradford comes I imagine I will like him. Good-night, John. " The following evening John called on Dorothy. He found Duffield and Helen Creech there. Duffield, rising when lie came in, resumed his seat beside Dorothy, while he sat on the opposite side of the porch talking with Miss Creech. He remained an hour, walking home with her. As they were leaving, Dorothy said: "Aunt Anna wrote to Miss Clay today. Good-night, Mr. Cornwall. Come again whenever you can, Helen." 71 Chit-Chat CHAPTER VIII. DOROTHY AND BRADFORD-ROSAMOND AND CORNWALL. Howard Bradford arrived on the 21st of July. As he and Cornwall drove through the gateway, he had an ex- cellent view of the Cornwall home. He declared the house charming as modified and complimented John on his efforts as a landscape gardener. They spent the afternoon loafing around home, except an hour when John went to the office, while Bradford slept, fanned by a breeze that blew down the river and sang in softest murmurs through the windows of his corner room. When Cornwall returned, Duffield came with him and remained for dinner and until a late hour. Bradford, when he learned that they each owned a saddle horse and that those for hire were saddle-galled and the free- goers nearly ridden to death, handed 250.00 to Duffield, who had said that he knew of a horse for sale at that price and worth the money, saying: "Though I shall be here but two weeks, the horse can be sent to Pittsburgh, or sold a-ain if I do not like him." They had intended camping on Poor Fork at the camp site of the preceding summer; but as each would have his own horse, and the fishing was better just at that time five miles from town than near the head of the river, they concluded to remain at home, spending the morn- ings fishing and the afternoons boating, swimming or mountain-climbing. At least this was the agreed pro- gramme until Duffield should complete surveying the Lockard grant in Leslie County, when his vacation com- menced. 72 Dorothy and Bradford-Rosamonld and Cornwall 73 The next morning Cornwall sent Dorothy a note, tell- ing her of his guest's arrival and asking permission to bring him around that evening. She answered: "You are to come at six and dine with us, remaining for the evening. I have a surprise for you, John. It is un- necessary to answer unless you find my invitation im- possible. Dorothy." At six o'clock the young men, looking fresh and com- fortable in their white flannels walked over to the Neal home. Mrs. NTeal and Dorothy were sitting on the porch and after greetings all found seats. Rosamond Clay, Dorothy's guest, came out and joined them. She was a tall, athletic, strikingly handsome brunette, just eighteen and, as the boys subsequently found out, a better shot, swimmer and mountain-climber than either of them. In disposition and appearance she seemed the very antithesis of Dorothy, though Dorothy enjoyed an open-air life, and her wiry, little body was capable of withstanding great physical strain. "Mr. Bradford, this is Miss Clay, and, John, this is Rosamond. She had just gotten in when I received your note and is the suprise I mentioned. She is to remain a month and I am counting on you helping to entertain her." "May my surprises always be as agreeable. With Miss Clay's permission I shall do all in my power to make her visit a pleasant one. If she is fond of out-door sports, riding, fishing, boating and mountain-climbing, which we have a right to assume since she has come to the mountains, we can promise her a good time." "That is just what I adore. I have brought my own saddle, fishing tackle and swimming suit. I wanted to bring a canoe, but Bradford said I could easily procure a dug out and refused to express anything but the pad- Chit-Chat dles. I even thought of sending my horse, but father said that would scare Mrs. Neal to death, as she was expecting a visitor and had not offered to adopt me. I understand you have a fine saddle mare; I shall ride her and you can get a mule." "You have mentioned just the things she loves. She constantly wants to be doing something or going some- where. She rides, drives, swims, shoots, climbs cliffs and trees and is a good, all-round sportsman. I'm not sure, but I think she keeps several fox hounds. Her brother, Bradley, says they belong to him to save her reputation. As soon as she wrote she would visit me, I ordered some hob-nailed shoes and a bathing suit from Louisville and sent to the drug store for a bottle of iodine, some sur- geon's tape and several sheets of adhesive plaster. If you gentlemen can work in a dance in the evening after each mountain climb, her happiness is assured. Here comes father. Mr. Bradford, you are to sit beside me at dinner and you, John, with Rosamond." After dinner Duffield and Miss Creech and Mr. Cor- nett and Miss Hall came in; and the time until eleven o 'clock was spent in chit-chat on the porch or, when Mrs. Neal could be prevailed upon to play the piano, in danc- ing in the drawing-room. Before the party broke up Bradford and Cornwall made an engagement to take Dorothy and Rosamond up the river fishing at 6:30 the next morning. As the boys went home they stopped by the livery stable to hire three saddle horses. Finding this impos- sible, they engaged a light jersey wagon, which Corn- wall and the girls were to use, while Bradford was to ride Cornwall's horse. They had an early breakfast and left on time. When near the ford of Poor Fork, Bradley discovered that he 74 Dorothy and Bradf ord-Rosamond and Cornwall 75 had left his tackle at the stable. He rode back for it while the others, crossing the river, drove up the fork. When they came to the creek, where it was planned they should seine their minnows, they waited some time for Bradford; then Cornwall tried to seine, but the stream was too deep and the seine too large for individual effort. This Rosamond, the young and enticing Diana of the party, noticed and, gathering up the cotton lap-robe, a coffee sack and some twine, which she found in the box under the wagon seat, retired to a clump of elder bushes and in a few minutes came forth draped in the lap-robe and moccasined with coffee sacking. Cornwall was a slave to her most fantastic command from the moment she stepped forth from her screen of elder bushes, topped with their white, pancake flowers, and, taking hold of one end of the seine, jerked and floundered him around while he attempted to retain pos- session of the other, dragging him barefoot over sharp pebbles and, when on a smooth ledge of rock, sat him down in water to his shoulders. He rejoiced at Brad- ford's absence and that no other man had seen her love- liness, half-hidden, half-revealed. They soon had a bucket of minnows and as they drove up the river were overtaken by Bradford, who, mistaking the road, had ridden quite a distance down the main stream. Miss Clay, Dorothy and Bradford had no trouble in landing a nice catch, but Cornwall's eyes were never on his float, which the fish converted into a submarine when baited and after the minnow had been stolen reposedly floated upon the surface, the resting-place of a big, lace- winged snake doctor. "Mr. Cornwall, why don't you rebait your hook and try to catch something What was the good of my go- ing to all that trouble in helping you seine if you will not use the minnows You look everywhere, except at your float; first at me, then over the treetops as though you wished I were at home or in Heaven." " That's right, I look first at you. The minnows have helped you land the fish. I feel like a crappie on a dusty turnpike. You have caught more than one variety to- day! Let's go home. And I am not going to drive those sleepy, old plow horses unless you sit on the front seat." And so they rode home together. The next afternoon they planned to climb the moun- tain, but when Bradford and Cornwall came to the house, he said to Rosamond: "Let us drive up the river to Helen Creech's; Bradford and Dorothy can find some- thing else to do," to which she assented. Driving slowly along the narrow, shaded road that bordered the river bank, he held her hand and called her 'dear,'" and told her the love story that Kentucky boys tell the girls with whom they go; and she parried and checked him as she had several times before been called upon to do with other boys. Thus each day, either paddling on the river or riding horseback, or fishing, or bathing, or mountain-climbing, the four were together or paired off; he with Rosamond and Bradford with Dorothy; and each repeatedly de- clared that they had never before had so glorious a holiday. Cornwall, at the end of two weeks, made up his mind to propose; and Rosamond, expecting it, had decided she would accept-if he would consent to defer the marriage a couple of years. Strange that Cornwall and Bradford should each have decided to propose at the same time and place; that is, the night of his dance and on the bench in the garden. 76 Chit-Chat Dorothy and Bradford-Rosamnwnd and Cornwall 77 Bradford, because he expected to leave the following Monday, his stay already having consumed more than the intended two weeks; Cornwall, thinking that he would first like to show Rosamond through his home. While they were decorating the house, in which Mrs. Neal, Dorothy and Rosamond assisted Mrs. Cornwall, he showed her over the house and grounds and, pointing out the bench in the arbor, said: "Tonight, Rosamond, at eleven I shall bring you out here and ask you some- thing. Watch the time and save that dance for me. If you do not, I may take it for your answer.'" When the hour came he claimed the dance. After dancing a minute or two, they passed into the dining- room and out the side door into the moonlit garden. As they drew near the arbor they heard Bradley say: "This was my dream, Dorothy." Cornwall, thinkifg of Dorothy's dream of two years before, and remembering what she had recently said to him about dreams, was slightly startled. He let go Rosamond's arm and uncon- sciously turned towards the house. Rosamond, surprised and conscious of some subtle change ill his mood, sug- gested that they return to the ballroom. Bradford, without giving Dorothy time for thought, brought her into the garden and told his dream of the night before. "Last night I came directly home after I left you and went to my room. Feeling I could not sleep, I sat in the window, looking out upon the moonlit mountain side and the silent river, the moon seeming to make a path of silver on the water to the base of the little trail up the mountain where yesterday I told you that our friendship, at least to me, grew stronger with each suc- ceeding day. Then I said the simple prayer my mother Chit-Chat had taught me when a little boy and went to bed and to sleep. "I dreamed that mother let go of my hand and I went forth alone, a little boy in knee trousers, walking along a narrow path that followed down the bank of a tiny rivulet. As I walked along I grew older, my cloth- ing changed to suit my age, the path began to broaden and the stream to deepen, and I passed along through the school days and other experiences of my boyhood, still following the broadening path and deepening stream and passing one by one the experiences I have known. The start was at sunrise and the day perhaps a third gone when, I, a grown man, came out into a valley and to a river over which was a fragile bridge. I saw that thou- sands of trails like my own converged at its approach and spread out fan-like from the other end. As I stood and looked, the trails around faded out, except the one down which I had come and another. A short way above the bridge a stream like the one I had followed flowed into the river and along its bank was a path much like the one I had followed. As I looked a young woman came round the turn and saw the river and the bridge and that I stood waiting at its approach. She hesitated for a moment and then came slowly on. When she drew near I saw it was you and, going up, took your hand and together, hand in hand, we crossed the bridge. Looking ahead, I saw that the many trails at the farther end had disappeared except the small one up the mountain-side; this we took. "The trail gradually broadened into a bright, smooth way and the ascent, though unbroken, was not difficult. All the time I held you by the hand. One day your step grew slower and, looking for the cause, I noticed that, though I still held your left hand, a small boy walked 78 Dorothy abtd Bradford-Rosamond and Cornwall 79 on the right and held the other. I felt some small, warm thing take hold of my left hand with a tender, warm pres- sure and, looking down to see the cause, saw it was an- other Dorothy, a miniature of your own sweet self; and would have taken her up on my arn, but you, wiser than I in such things, said: 'She must walk the trail-all you can do is to go more slowly and lead her by the hand.' After a time I noticed that these two found no trouble in keeping up with us and, before we reached the top, they occasionally restrained themselves to keep pace with us. When at the top, the boy, unknowingly, let go your hand. He followed a trail to the right along the comb of the ridge, which you and I could not follow, though we tried. The girl with a cry of joy released my hand and took that of a young man who seemed waiting for her, and they journeyed on to the left. I, taking both your hands in mine because our idle hands seemed lonely, looked into your face, as I had not done since first we met by the river. Your face had grown more thoughtful and more calm, more patient and more kind; the lovelight in your eyes spoke of the soul. Your hair, though white, was more beautiful than when pure gold. I knew your un- spoken thoughts; and, with the lingering kiss of yester- day and a smile for the morrow, we turned our faces and journeyed downward into the vale of years. Dorothy, shall we make the dream come true or must I go back to the bridge and hunt another trail" "If you are quite sure you wish it above all else the world can give, we will live the dream." Cornwall spent the entire day after the dance at his office. He found a note from Mary in his mail. She was at her home in Madison County. He wondered how she Chit-Chat might look after three years at Wellesley. She men- tioned that one of her neighbors was visiting in Harlan, Miss Clay, whose brother, Bradley Clay, had called the evening before, and stated his sister had written she was having a perfectly glorious time. The thought occurred to him that if Marv were near enough, he would go to her. Rosamond I love when near her; I think of Marv every day-yet I have not seen her for three long years. When Bradford, entering the room and all smiles, said: "Come, let's go to the Neals, ' " he answered: "No, I think I shall rest tonight; I am moody and prefer solitude. ' "Well, I'll go for Duffield. Pleasant dreams, John, as happy as mine shall be; so long!" John went into the library and read the first few pages of Machavelli's "History of Florence," about a king of the Zepidi and his daughter, Rosamond, and he slept, and as he slept he dreamed. It seemed to him that his Rosamond, perhaps ten year older, came into the room. She was clothed in vivid draperies and wore a circlet of old gold upon her brow, heavy bracelets upon her upper arm and a chain-like girdle of gold around her waist, from which hung a jew- eled dagger. As he looked she spoke: "I rarely see father, except in armor. Day after day mother and her maids work at bandages and wound dressings. The halls of the castle are littered with arms and the courtyard and plain surrounding the walls is the assembly ground of armed horsemen preparing to go and returning from distant camps. It has been thus since Narses drove our kinsmen home to Pannonia, after sev- eral years' quiet occupancy of northern Italy. so Dorothy acd BradfJ old-iolsam ncud and (Jo rwwal1 81 "Now, Alboin, King of Lombardy, instigated by Narses and aided by the Avars, following after our ex- pelled kinsmen, has invaded our country even to the plains of the Danube. We can see from the castle walls not only our own, but his invading host as they make preparation for final battle to determine the sovereignty of Pannonia. "With such a drama pending, I am not content to be a bandage and salve-maker in the women 's quarter. Who would, if brought up to ride and fence and wrestle with brothers and cousins, when they had all gone to war I desired to go, but was not permitted. Now with Maria, my maid, I have found a good observation point in the tower and watch the opposing forces maneuvering for position in advance of hostilities. "Maria, I make out father's standard on the hillside near the grove; and just across the small stream, not more than five hundred yards away, that of Alboin, King of Lombardy. See! they charge each other; you may hear the din and shouting even at this distance. "Maria asks: 'Mistress Rosamond, no matter what happens, will you care for and keep me with youn "Do not be afraid; father will win. Our men hereto- fore have fought under other leaders not so brave, while he massed this force for the supreme struggle. They seem to have fought for hours, neither side gives an inch. See! the stream which runs through the field of battle and flows by the castle is red with blood. I fear 'tis a sad day for Pannonia. Oh! our army gives on the north wing, but father holds firm in his position Oh! the north wing has broken and flees toward the castle! All seems lost! Father will be surrounded! See how our men and the enemy are intermingled in their Chit-Chat flight. They will reach the castle gates together; it will be impossible to let them in. Maria, run to the gatemen and tell them to close the gates and let no one in till father comes. That cowardly mass if they entered, would be no protection but surrender the castle. But wait; we will go together to the gates. "Gatemen! Friend and foe come together. Raise the draw! Close the gates! Let the first to flee be the first to die, and at the castle gates! Let them make an un- willing stand in defense of their own lives and so defend the gates! They tell me a coward fights hard when cor- nered. Dare disobey at your peril! It is the command of your king. "The princess is right; to let this fleeing mob enter is but to surrender the castle. Raise the draw! Drop the portcullis! "In a few minutes there was a struggling mass in front of the gates. Our men, finding them closed and no way to escape their assailants, fought with the despera- tion of cornered beasts. "The standard of Pannonia still floated where first the conflict began, showing that my father, the king, made desperate resistance against overwhelming odds. But even as I looked I saw it swept down un- der a driving charge and knew he was of the dead and the battle lost. "In a short while the fighting ceased around the gates. Alboin, King of Lombardy, riding up. I ordered the bridge lowered and the gates raised, when he rode unopposed into the court yard. "Those were fierce, wild days. A feast in celebration of the victory and of Alboin 's coronation as King of Pannonia was held in the castle and a week later I was forcibly made wife of the victorious king. I was told 82 Dorothy and Bradford-Rosamond and Cornwall 83 my father's skull had been shaped into a drinking cup and used by Alboin at the feast of victory. "He was comely and commanding; demanding and receiving homage and instant obedience from all. In time I might have loved him, except for the drinking cup. "So Alboin reigned King of Pannonia and I his queen for more than two years. "Then Narses, who commanded the forces of Justi- nian in all Italy until the Emperor's death, was deposed by his son and successor, Justin, who, at the instance of his Queen, had Longinus appointed in Narses' place. In revenge he invited my husband to invade Italy. "Alboin consented; and was so successful in the un- dertaking as to gain possession of all Italy from the northern boundary to the Tiber. He established his capi- tal at Pavia and his household and court were moved from Pannonia to that city. "A great feast was held at Verona to celebrate his victories and the establishment of the new kingdom. I sat across the table from him. The ferocious and heart.. less man ordered the drinking cup made froni the skull of my father and filling it with red wine to the brim, passed it to me, saying: 'It is but fitting in celebratioIi of our great victories that you should drink with your father.' I tossed the contents into his face, threw the cup from the window into the Adige and fled from the ban- quet hall. "From that night my sole purpose in life was to avenge the insult. I determined that he should die by my procurement or at my hand. "The maid, Maria, who in devotion would have given her life for mine, had a lover, Helmichis, shield-bearer of Alboin. I plotted with her that he should become the Chit-Chat instrument of my vengeance and so had her bring him to my chamber. There I soon discovered he was not suf- ficientlv in love with the maid to assume any risk on her account or at her solicitation. "Willing to take any risk or make any promise to accomplish the assassination, I finally agreed to marry him, if he would kill my husband. This he did. "The Lombards were so exasperated over their King's death we dared not remain in Pavia or even in Lombardy; but, seizing the royal treasure and leaving Maria behind, we fled to Ravenna, where Longinus, Narses' successor, had his capitol. There we were roy- ally entertained and most kindly treated. "It was not long before Helmichis grew disgustingly wearisome to me. He quarreled much about the posses- sion and division of the royal treasure, which was very great, but never once did he see within the chests. He was anything but a model husband, delighting in low company, flirting with every maid and peasant girl and by nature fiercer and much less refined than Alboin, whom I had found endurable, except when drunk. "Longinus, on the other hand, was a refined and courtley man, having been brought up in the palace of Justinian. I admired him much. He was wise, brave, ambitious and most prepossessing in appearance. He had told me several times that had I come to his court a widow, his disappointment would have been great had I not remained as his Queen. "About this time the Emperor Justin died and was succeeded by Tiberius. He was so occupied by his wars with the Parthians as to neglect his Italian possessions, leaving them masterless or to be ruled by Longinus as the real, though not the nominal, King. 84 Dorothy and Bradford-Rosamond and Cornwall 85 "I had become the confidential adviser of Logihus; and in discussing matters of state and the condition of the empire, we concluded it was a most opportune time to take possession of northern Italy to the Tiber; and were convinced that by pooling our resources this could be accomplished, were it not for Helmichis. The first step in the consummation of our plan was to be rid of him. "Each day he took a hot bath. He always came forth thirsty and demanded that I prepare a cool, acid drink and hand him. Longinus, knowing this, gave me a strong poison to put in his drink, and when next I mixed and served it I used the poison. "Helmichis drank more than half when, noticing the flavor, his suspicion was aroused, and, knowing that he knew, I smiled. He snatched up his short sword, caught me by the hair and, handing me the goblet, shouted: 'Drink or lose your head.' "Preferring to die from the poison than be a disfig- ured, headless corpse, I drank what remained, and died within five minutes of my despised husband." John awoke with a start, considerably disquieted by his dream. The next evening, with Bradford, he called at the Neals.' Dorothy met them at the door and they found seats. Rosamond, tall, graceful and queenly, came into the room. To John it seemed a shadow followed after her; the wraith of the widow of Alboin, co-conspirator with Helmiclhiis and Longinus. It was impossible to live down this unpleasant im- pression for a day or two. While doing so, Rosamond took offense at his coolness and announced her intention of returning home the following Monday. Dorothy ex- pressed disappointment at this and Saturday afternoon 86 Chit-Chat stated that she, too, would leave on Monday. Bradford left on the same train. The three traveled together as far as Stanford, where Rosamond left them; then Brad- ford and Dorothy rode on to Louisville. There Dorothy was met by her mother. Mr. Bradford was introduced and drove with them to the Durrett home. He remained in Louisville several days and called at the Durrett home every afternoon, remaining for dinner and until a late hour. The morning of his departure, glancing through the personals-a suspicious act, as it was rather unusual for him-he read of his departure after a brief visit, and at the head of the column that Mr. and Mrs. Harrison Dur- rett announced the engagement of their daughter, Dorothy, to Mr. Howard Bradford, of Pittsburgh. The Saylor Family CHAPTER IX. THE SAYLOR FAMILY. While Cornwall prospered financially and established an enviable reputation as a lawyer, fortune did not over- look the Saylor family. Old man Saylor and his wife were thrifty souls. Though their farm, with its fine colonial dwelling, was one of the best in their end of the county, they had never been given the opportunity to entertain extensively or had occasion to maintain a stylish and expensive estab- lishment. Mary's four years at Wellesley had cost about four thousand five hundred dollars. This outlay old man Saylor would never have consented to, looking upon it as an absolute waste of good money, except that lie gave Mary as much credit for his acquittal of the Spencer kill- ing as he did John. He had the money to spare, having each year cleared more than that sum on his tobacco and speculations in the mule market. He was a great judge of mules. Bradley Clay said when a mule colt was foaled Saylor could look at it and tell within five pounds of its weight as a four-year-old. Caleb had been sent to Lexington to school. He re- mained during the fall term and until after the spring races. Then he returned home, having been expelled be- cause every day he had attended the races and bet on the horses. It was even said that he had procured a jockey to throw a stake race. He announced that he had finally quit school, which he argued was a waste of time, as he intended to practice law and enter politics. 87 Chit-Chat He was the owner of a fine saddle mare and a gelding that could trot a mile on the smooth turnpike to a light side-bar buggy in 2:45. Either riding the one or driving the other he attended all the farm auctions; nor did he ever miss a county court day or jury trial at either Rich- mond or Lancaster. At these trials he first sat back of the railing; then, making friends with the sheriff, the clerk and the younger lawyers, he sat within the reserva- tion for members of the bar. The sheriff and clerk had each offered to appoint him a deputy, but these honors he declined with thanks. When he was twenty-one he was more than six feet tall, weighed a hundred and sev- enty and, as the sheriff said, was the hustlingest politi- cian in the county. He had been voting for several years. Though his folks were Republicans, and had been since the Civil War, he deemed it a political mistake to vote that ticket in a Democratic county. At an early age he began voting and working in the Democratic pri- maries and soon acquired considerable influence with farm laborers and tenant-farmers, the men who usually do the voting in country primaries. One summer morning (he was not yet twenty-four) he told his father he was going to put one over on old man Chenault and beat him for the Legislature. Colonel Chenault was a native of the county; he had been a lieu- tenant in the Confederate army, was a rich farmer and, it was generally supposed, would have no opposition for re-election. Caleb began riding over the county, telling the tenant- farmers and laborers that thev should send from a farm- ing community a representative who was a laboring man like themselves, instead of a land-grabbing "Colonel," a man who thought himself better than anybody else. "Has Colonel Chenault or his wife or his daughters ever 88 The Saylor Family 89 b)een in your house You see them often at the house on the hill. Did he ever speak to or shake hands with you Yes, when he was a candidate for the Legislature; then he wipes his hand on the seat of his pants." "That's right; I never thought about that; but who'll we run" "'You run." "Oh, I ain't got no education much; I've got to har- vest this crop." "Well, we'll find somebody, even if I have to run to beat the damn aristocrat. You keep still about it, but be sure and come to the convention at the court house next Saturday at two o'clock." "Oh, I'll do that; so long." F Colonel Chenault, with about twenty of his friends, all of whom were good judges of horses, whiskey and to- bacco, and who could tell a pair of deuces from a full hand, came rather late to the convention, not having the least intimation of opposition. They were surprised to find the court room filled with farmers and men of the hills, from the eastern side of the county. This gathering the Colonel appropriated as evi- dence of his popularity and as a spontaneous endorse- ment for his renomination. Obsessed with this thought, he strutted up the aisle like a pouter pigeon. The temporary chairman of the meeting, Chesley Chil- ton, who expected to be nominated for sheriff the follow- ing year, and who saw that a surprise was about to be sprung on the Colonel, called Caleb to one side and asked the cause of the gathering. "Oh, you stand by us and we'll help you out next year. I know what you want. Chenault is a dead one 89 Chit-Chat and don't know it. We are after his scalp. Here he comes with his collection of fossils; time's up; call the convention to order." Caleb moved that the temporary be made the perma- nent chairman; this was done without opposition. Then a secretary and three tellers were chosen-all friends of Caleb's. One of Colonel Chenault's friends complained that all this was a waste of time, as the Colonel had no opposition. Then the chairman called for nominations and Colonel Chenault was pompously nominated by Colonel Shackel- ford, who closed his remarks by moving that nominations close and the Colonel be unanimously declared the nominee. At this suggestion there was a stentorian clamour of noes. In the midst of the uproar Webster James, a can- didate for county attorney, who had the promise of Ca- leb's support and an understanding with him, rose and was recognized by the chairman. "Mr. Chairman: I have always felt that office should come unsought; should seek the man. I know not how many appreciate the special fitness of the young man whose name I am about to present to the democracy of this county, suggesting his nomination from this the Seventy-second Legislative District. I know he will be surprised when he hears his name, but this great gather- ing is in his honor and he must regard the call as one to duty and service, which, though it comes unsought, can not be disregarded. The office seeks the man and it is tendered by his fellow-citizens. I have the honor to nominate Hon. Caleb Saylor, of the Paint Lick precinct." At the mention of Saylor's name and the resounding cheers which greeted it, Colonel Chenault nearly col- lapsed with surprise and indignation. 90 The Saylor Family He turned to Colonel Shackelford, saying: "I am beaten and by that mountain upstart. I would not let him in my front door." The chairman directed that those favoring Colonel Chenault should gather on the right side of the center aisle, while those favoring Hon. Caleb Saylor should gather on the left, so they might be counted without con- fusion by the tellers. This was quickly done. Though it was midsummer, the Chenault men gathered about the court-house stove. In ten minutes the vote was counted and reported by the tellers. The secretary announced the vote: Colonel Hamilton Chenault ....... 23 Hon. Caleb Saylor .................217 Whereupon the Colonel marched out, followed by a mere squad, and, there being no other business, the con- vention adjourned. At the following November election Caleb Saylor beat his Republican opponent by more than three hundred majority. On the first day of January, several days before the Legislature was to convene, he came to Frankfort, desir- ing to be on hand for all party caucuses. He soon became a familiar figure around the hotel lobby and the corridors of the Capitol. He made it a point to meet all State officials and every prominent politician, Democrat or Republican, who visited the Capitol. When the lower house was not in session and the Court of Appeals was, he attended its ses- sions and sat within the space reserved for attorneys. He and Judge Singer, whose judicial ear was attuned to the hum of the gubernatorial bee, became great friends. As a member of the Judiciary Committee he supported a pending bill allowing to each judge of the court a ste- 91 Chit-Chat nographer, and helped through the committee other bills that Judge Singer and the several members of the court favored. Having procured the necessary certificate of good character, he made application for admission to the bar and was given an examination by Judges Grinder, Singer and Dobson. Among certain questions propounded by the court and all of which he answered-he always had an answer ready-were the following: ":Mr. Saylor, define the difference between real and personal property." "If I had a hundred dollars in my pocket, that would be real property; if I had your note for a hundred, that would be personal property." "When, in a criminal trial, is the defendant declared to have been placed in jeopardy" "When he acts like a jeopard." "Do you deem yourself qualified to render valuable and efficient assistance to a client or to appear as amicus curiae" "Yes, sir; especially in the trial of a jury case; but he's had more experience that I have; he's now assistant city attorney of Louisville." "Where do you get that idea" "Judge Dobson, that is what this court says in the case of Ewald Iron Company against The Common- wealth, 140 Ky. 692: 'Clayton B. Blakey and Amicus Curiae, attorneys for the City of Louisville.' "What law books have you read " "I have read Bryce 's American Commonwealth, Cooley's Constitutional Limitations and a work on Con- stables. I have been too busy getting practical ideas 92 The Saylor Family about courts and juries to read much law; with me the main thing is to know the judge and the jury." His examiners issued a license. Judge Dobson at first demurred, but finally consented when his colleagues ex- plained what efficient service Saylor had rendered as a member of the Judiciary Committee, saying: "I ought not to do it, but his neighbors will soon find out what he knows and leave him alone; he will not have oppor- tunity for much harm." After the adjournment of the Legislature Caleb moved to Richmond and formed a partnership with Web- ster Jones, who was a graduate of an eastern law school. Jones prepared their pleadings and attended to all equity practice, while Caleb solicited business and tried their jury cases. The firm obtained its share of the business and Caleb met with more than average success in the handling of his jury cases. His vanity was tremendous. No one had ever sue- ceeded in satisfying its voracious appetite; it would swallow anything and hungrily plead for more. His father, having started early and knowing what pleased his boy, was his most satisfactory feeder. It was Caleb's practice to drive out to the farm on Saturday afternoon and remain until Monday morning, boasting of his suc- cesses in business and politics and listening with satis- faction to his father's unstinted praise. One Sunday afternoon, about a year after he began practicing law, his father being ill and there being no one about the house who cared to spend the afternoon talking with him about what he had done; he decided to drive over to Colonel Hamilton Clay's and call upon his daughter Rosamond. He had tried it once or twice before. She had sent word she was not at home, then made it a point as he 93 Chit-Chat drove away to show herself at a door or window, so he might know that another call was not expected. But this species of reception did not deter Caleb or penetrate the armor of his conceit. It was impossible for him to be- lieve that Miss Clay, or any other woman, might not find his attentions desirable. As he drove up before the old Clay homestead, which had been the birthplace of a General, a Governor and an Ambassador, Rosamond, reading near an upper window, saw Mose, the stable man, take his horse. She thought: "Here comes that conceited boor, Caleb Saylor, to see me again; I shall send word I am not at home; but it is dreadfully dull this afternoon, no one else seems to be coming, this book is the worst ever, he might prove entertaining; I'm twenty-nine and can't be so particular; I'll go down and see how the clown talks." WTell, Mr. Saylor, it has been quite a time since you called. Take this seat," and Rosamond sat down on the other end of a large hair-cloth sofa, where her Aunt Mar- garet had sat and entertained her Sunday afternoon vis- itors more than thirty years before. She was the same queenly, thrilling Rosamond that John Cornwall, ten years before, had loved for a few days. Her beauty was certainly none the less; her ma- turer form, more charming, was becomingly exhibited in a closely fitting dark blue gown. After a few commonplace remarks, Caleb Savlor made himself the sole topic of his own conversation. This was the subject nearest his heart and one upon which he elaborated with minuteness and eloquence. As she looked at and listened to him the thought at first unwel- come, entered her mind that here was a man she might have, and without effort, for a husband. And as she listened to his tale of "I done this" and "I done that" 94 The Saylor Family and "I will do this and that" she thought how she, a woman of tact and judgment and refinement, might take into her hands this thing and, in a sense, make it plastic clay, and use its elements of life, and power, and energy, and unscrupulousness, and nerve, and egotism, and mountain courage, and almost make a man like her great grandfather. The experiment was a fitting opportunity for an am- bitious and courageous woman who, though she might not find full measure of happiness and love which only comes with respect, yet would meet with adventure, would dare fate and hazard chance with fickle fortune. The prospect to her mind was more pleasing than to be the wife of a gentleman farmer and grow fat and ma- tronly-the other chance just then offered. For the first time she appraised his virtues and was pleased with his appearance. She wondered if he had sense enough to keep still when silence was golden, and could be taught at opportune times to shift the shower of his eloquent eulogy of himself to an ambitious friend. Caleb and Rosamond passed two hours of the after- noon together in the parlor of the old mansion undis- turbed in their communion by the portraits of her pa- trician ancestors; the living members of her family walked softly, even when they passed the closed door. When she received they dared not intrude, though they had never felt more curious or been more surprised than at this protracted visit. As Caleb rose to leave, he took her hand and said: "I have shorely enjoyed my call and am coming again next Sunday afternoon." "Do, Mr. Saylor! I shall keep the date for you. It is not becoming in neighbors to be so unsociable or see 95 Chit-Chat so little of each other," and slowly, after a lingering pressure, she withdrew her hand. The next Sunday afternoon Caleb called again. He came at two and when he left the spring sun had kissed the fields goodnight. To Rosamond's great surprise, he proposed. "We are scarcely acquainted, Mr. Saylor. Though we have been neighbors for years, you have denied me the pleasure of your visits. You know a girl can not call upon a man. How do you know that you love me as you should I have never thought about you as a husband, though I find your company most agreeable. You must give me another week before you press for an answer." "I will press you now and let you say 'yes' again next week. " And they laughed and the bride-to-be blushed, and with downcast, dreamy eyes, slowly yielding to the in- creasing pressure of his strong, young arm, unexpectedly found her head nestling in contentment and happiness upon his broad shoulder. That night she disturbed the peace and quiet of the family circle by announcing that she was to be a June bride and Mr. Saylor was to be the groom. Her mother rose and kissed her and in tears resumed her seat without speaking. Her father grew red of face and swore that the upstart should never again put foot upon the place, at which she informed him that his re- marks were uncalled for and his energy wasted. Her brother told her she was lowering herself and disgracing the family name, but, he supposed, taking advantage of what she must consider a last opportunity. To which she replied: "I did not expect such remarks from you, Bradley, as three years ago you asked Marv Saylor to be Mrs. Bradley Clay, an honor she declined with 96 The Saylor Family thanks." Nothing more was said in opposition to the marriage. During April and May, Rosamond and her mother were busy preparing for the wedding, which occurred on the 5th of June and was attended by the aristocracy of four counties. There were a few guests from even a greater distance. Judge Singer and his wife were pres- ent, as was a former Governor; Dorothy and her husband came on from Pittsburgh, Mrs. Neal from Harlan, and Mary from Wellesley; but John Cornwall was not in- vited. Two years after his marriage Caleb was made a mem- ber of the Democratic State Central Committee and a member of the Campaign Committee from his district in a close race for Governor. Taking the advice of his wife, which was becoming a habit, he made a liberal contribu- tion, sending it directly to the candidate, and rendered very efficient and valuable service. He made two very good speeches, which were written by his wife, who also drilled him in preparation for their delivery. She long since had spread the information throughout the State that his mountain idioms and ungrammatical lapses were affectations to catch the uneducated voter. The Governor, shortly after qualification, appointed Saylor as a Colonel on his staff, and he and his wife were entertained at the mansion. His wife was named as among those to receive at a reception given by the Gov- ernor to the newly inducted State officials and the Gen- eral Assembly. About this time a very wealthy man who owned a farm near Lexington died. The State became involved in litigation, seeking to recover inheritance and ad va- lorem taxes from his estate, claiming he had died a resi- 97 Chit-Chat dent of Kentucky. Similar litigation was pending in the State of New York. Upon the recommendation of the Attorney General that special counsel was needed, the Governor appointed Colonel Caleb Saylor and ex-Chief Justice Dobson to rep- resent the State. Without a great deal of trouble they collected eight hundred thousand dollars and were paid a fee of fifty thousand dollars for their services, thirty- five thousand of which by contract went to Colonel Say- lor as senior counsel. He and his wife had spent a pleasant week in New York while he made his investigation and compromised the State's claim. The day before they returned home they visited Tiffany's. Mrs. Saylor's love and respect for her husband were in no sense lessened when he in- vested three thousand dollars in two rings, which, though they were flawless gems, could scarcely be said to adorn his wife's tapering fingers and patrician hands. His friends noticed that now, instead of singing his own praises, he could never say too much in laudation of his wife; and she clung to his arm and whispered sweet speeches into his ear as a bride of eighteen might do. It was noticeable that the Colonel had grown to be adept at showering compliments upon his superiors and always had pretty speeches for their wives. On county court day he went out to the cattle market and shook hands all round with the farmers. In the spring of 1899, about seven years before Colonel Saylor's marriage, Cornwall received an invitation to the commencement exercises of Wellesley and noticed that Mary was named as salutatorian of her class. He sent her a set of " The American Poets. " gilt-- edged in white leather bindings, and received a note of 98 The Saylor Family thanks and an invitation to visit the Saylor home any time he found it convenient during the summer. Marv came home the first of June and for a while enjoyed undisturbed the quiet of the old farmhouse. The neighbors, including Bradley and Rosamond Clay, were just beginning to call upon her and ask her to their enter- tainments when she received and accepted an offer as assistant teacher of mathematics at Wellesley. The first of September she returned to the college, stopping for several days in Washington and New York. The follow- ing summer she spent traveling with several girl gradu- ates and the teacher of French in England, France and Italy. She sent Cornwall a remarkably fine photograph of herself taken at Rome. This he framed and kept upon his dresser. His mother, seeing and admiring the picture, asked;-" Who is the young lady, John!" "I do not know, but as soon as I can discover her name and domicile, I propose to propose." "It certainly is time; you are nearly thirty. I hope to see you married before I go, John." "Mother, I know no argument against that ancient and hallowed institution, and would not advise a friend against taking such a step, even at the present and ever- increasing high cost of living. I do not use such language. Since I first put on long trousers I have hunted high and low for a wife, and with a persistence equalling that of a young penniless widow, but without success. Just when it seems that within a few days I shall be the happy recip- ient of the congratulations of my friends who in their hearts feel certain I am about to fall victim to the wiles of a designing female person, cruel fate steps in and waith peremptory halting gesture and commanding voice has 99 Chit-Chat always said;-thus far, but no father. You will doubt- less live to see me at fifty struggle through a dance with the daughter of my old sweetheart while the son of an- other breaks us; and I, broken of wind and mopping my bald head, shall retire to a corner and rest while convers- ing with the hostess' grandmother. Seriously, mother, I intend to marry just as soon as a girl as good and sweet as you are will have me. I am beginning to think it will be Mary, or my stenographer. I have not seen Mary for more than five years; it is nearly a year since I heard from her. In some ways the photograph of that beauti- ful, fashionably-gowned girl reminds me of her. Do you suppose that's Mary But she surely is not in Rome !- How do you like this, mother" And John, whanging an accompaniment on the piano, sang this Arabian song: " THE MOTHER "My daughter, 'tis time that thou wert wed; Ten summers already are over thy head; I must find you a husband, if under the sun, The conscript catcher has left us one. " THE DAUGHTER. 'Dear mother, ONE husband will never do: I have so much love that I must have two; And I'll find for each, as you shall see, More love than both can bring to me. "One husband shall carry a lance so bright; He shall roam the desert for spoil at night; And when morning shines on the tall palm tree, He shall find sweet welcome home with me. 100 The Saylor Family "The other a sailor bold shall be; He shall fish all day in the deep blue sea; And when evening brings his hour of rest, He shall find repose on this faithful breast. "THE MOTHER. "There's no chance my child, of a double match, For men are scarce and hard to catch; So I fear you must make one husband do, And try to love him as well as two. "Goodbye, I must go to the office; kiss me, mother!" 5pound; "Well, good morning, Miss Rachel, junior partner; how is the firm business coming on What must we take up first You have been with me more than five years and it's always a smile and a pleasant word. You are twentv-five and not married. Some one of your race and faith is very slow finding out what a fine wife you would make. My mother was after me today, saying; 'John, you must get married; you are nearly thirty;' and I said; 'mother, if I do, I guess it will be Mary, or Rachael.' You don't know Mary, and I doubt if I would if I met her; I have not seen her for five years." "Mr. Cornwall, there's lots of mail to answer and in an hour vou are to take depositions in the Asher case. " "Rachel you are too practical. Why don't you let me love you. I am convinced that with just a little en- couragement I would propose. It's time we both were married. We have never had a quarrel in all these years. I am worth twenty-five thousand and have a good busi- ness. You can have everything you want. Why not, Rachael I " 101 102 Chit-Chat "That's just why I am practical; to keep my head and my place; I like the work.-Yes, you can hold my hand if you wish and kiss me just once. But if you ever try it again, I must return to Louisville. Were you of my race and faith, you would not 'have to ask me twice. I hope when I do marry the man will be much like you; but he must be a Jew. We are a scattered people, without flag or country; yet a proud nation, seeking no alliances with other people. Your religion, founded on my faith, holds mine in both reverence and abhorrence. We have different sacred and fast days. I must eat other foods. We follow different customs in rearing our children. If I should marry vou I must become a stranger to my own people and will be despised by yours. I will bring neither riches nor position and, like Ruth of old, must turn my back upon my own people. Thy people are not my people. For this time I will call you John, and again say it cannot be. I am crying; Oh! please! please let's work!" Mary and John are Married CHAPTER X. MARY AND JOHN ARE MARRIED. About two weeks after Caleb Saylor and Rosamond were married, John Cornwall left Harlan on a business trip for Boston and Pittsburgh. As he had never gone east over the C. & O., he concluded to travel that route, boarding the train at Winchester. His intention was to travel direct to Boston, where he was to make settlement with the executors of the estate of Giusto Poggi, who had died some months before, a resi- dent of that city. He had left 20,000.00 to Cornwall's client, Luigi Poggi, a miner living on Straight Creek near the old Savlor home. After this settlement was made it swas his intention to return home by way of Pittsburgh, stopping there to at- tend a stockholders' meeting of the Pittsburgh Coal & Coke Company, of which corporation lhe had been a direc- tor for more than three years. As he took his seat in number 9 he saw that quite an attractive-looking young woman occupied the opposite section. Her face seemed quite familiar, in that she might have sat for the photograph which occupied so conspicuous a place on his bedroom dresser. He watched her, hoping that she might glance up from the book which claimed her whole attention. On the front seat of her section, from beneath a sum- mer wrap thrown over the back, the end of a small leather handbag protruded and on it he read; "M. E. S. Welles- ley, Mass." He felt a thrill of surprise and pleasure. Taking a second and very careful look at the lady, he was convinced 103 Chit-Chat that he had found the original of the photograph and dis- covered the identity of the attractive stranger, though it was more than twelve years since he had last seen her. How MNary had changed! Her beauty was none the less than when he had first seen her, a rosy-cheeked mountain girl, who looked at every strange thing in wide- eyed, timid wonder; who blushed when she was spoken to; and finally, when her timidity wore away, talked with him in her crude mountain idioms and localisms. He felt sure that when this cultured creature, who radiated poise and refinement, should feel inclined to speak after a most formal introduction, her voice would be soft and low, her words precise and her accent give certain identity of Bostonian culture and residence. So the mountain lawyer, too snubbed by even this thought to rise and speak, sat in confusion across the aisle and made timid inventory of the charm and grace of his traveling companion. She looked up from her book at a screw head in the panel about two feet above John's head, with a fixed thoughtful glance that saw nothing else; and John blushed. Her dreamy brown eyes spoke of a shackled or slumbering soul, voluntarily enduring the isolation of cultured spinsterhood, in search for the higher life. He felt the cold, bony hand of death reach out and crush his dream of love. After another hour of observation, the sun came through the window and shed its bright warm rays upon her hair and he revived a bit when he dis- covered there the warmth and color and glow of the southland. She put down her book and walked down the aisle; then he saw that her figure, though tall and slender, possessed a freedom of movement, healthy vigor and curves that told of a clean and vigorous life from early 104 Mary and John are Married girlhood. When she returned to her seat he studied her face with care and knew it -as the one she had seen in his dreams for years and each time had yearned to kiss. At one of the stops a knight of the road, whose busi- ness was selling women's ready-to-wear garments, came into the ear and walked down the aisle past several va- cant sections to number 10, where, pausing, he said com- placently; "Miss, may I occupy the forward seat of your com- partment, until the conductor assigns me one" "Certainly, the space is unoccupied." "You probably find it tiresome traveling alone " "I usually find it more comfortable without com- pany. " "Are you traveling far" This question the lady seemed not to hear, but rang the bell for the porter. "Porter, please tell the conductor I wish to speak to him. " "Conductor, this gentleman has expressed a wish to be assigned a seat; he probably desires one in another section. " "There's plenty of room; I told him as he came in to occupy number 4. 'Porter, put this gentleman's baggage in number 4.' This is number 10; yours is the third section forward." Another half hour passed. John opening his hand- bag, took out some papers; then, reversing the end, moved it so the bag protruded slightly from under the arm-rest into the aisle. He took the forward seat and read a while; then, resting his head against the window frame, pre- tended to sleep. The young lady finished her book. She looked out 105 Chit-Chat her window until the view was blotted out by the nearness of the hillside; then indolently turned and glanced out the opposite window at the swiftly running little river and a narrow valley hemmed about by timbered hills. Then her glance rested for a moment on the protruding hand bag, and she read; "John Cornwall, Harlan, Ky." There was an exclamation of surprise; a slight blush of anticipation; a look of joy; and she glanced up into the face of the sleeper, whose dreams were evidently pleasant as he slightly smiled. She saw a man past thirty, of strong and thoughtful face, whose hair was slightlv thin- ning over the temples. The dozen years since she last had seen him added much to an expressive face; his shoulders badl broadened anll he weighed perhaps a pound or more for each year;-but it was the same John, her John,-and she sat and looked into his face and two tears stole down her cheeks. He stirred, and she turned her face towards her window. The twilight shadows deepened into night. A waiter came through calling; "Last call for supper. She arose and walking down the aisle towards the diner, heard her neighbor move and come following after. When she reached the vestibule she dropped her handkerchief and as she stooped, he picked it up. Then the little comedy of surprise and recognition was acted --" Oh. John! " Oh, Mary!" As they passed into the diner a wise old waiter, who knew he made no mistake when he spoke of a handsome woman to a man as his wife, though she might not be, said; "Will this table suit your wife, Sar" Then John found that Mary could blush like the mountain girl of old. They ate slowly, talking of the many things that had happened since last they parted on Straight Creek at the 106 Mary and John are Married foot of the Salt Trace trail, and until the waiter told them; "Boss, this car is drapped at the next station and they's blowin' fer her now." Then John paid the check and gave him a dollar. As the waiter closed the door after them he said to another; "There goes a sure nuff Southern gentleman." They took seats in Mary's section and continued their talk several hours; about the marriage of Caleb and Rosa- mond; Mary's school days; her trip abroad and her ex- periences of five years as a teacher; and John of his busi- ness, of his mother, of Bradford and Dorothy and Rosa- mond; -he even told how near he came to proposing to Rosamond. "That explains why you were not invited to the wed- ding. I quarreled with Caleb and Rosamond when I learned you had not been. Caleb said he supposed you were; while Rosamond made the excuse that she in- tended to but overlooked you in the rush. She calls her husband John Calhoun and Caleb has promised to change the sign on his office door and to order knew business stationery, which is to be embossed with the name, John Calhoun Saylor." The conductor passing through the car glanced at them several times as did the drummer who occupied the seat forward. They met in the smoking compartment and the drumnmer handed the conductor a cigar. "Well, Mr. Drummer, she seems to like the other fel- low; at least she hasn't sent for me. He must have nerve to tackle her after he saw her squelch you. But you can never tell what a woman is going to do." "If you had kept off a bit I would be sitting right there now instead of that young fellow. They seem to chatter away like old friends." 107 Chit-Chat The next morning John and Mary ate breakfast to- gether in Washington and that afternoon journeyed on to New York. When they went into the diner for supper and the waiter referred to Marv as John's wife, she did not blush, but touched his arm and looked at him with a smile of confidence and love. As he returned the glance a close observer would have said; "They are newly mar- ried. " The next morning Mrs. Cornwall received a tele- gram: "Have followed your advice. Married Mary last night. Her picture is on my dresser. You can wire us at The MeAlpin. John." Mary and John also telegraphed her mother announc- ing the marriage and stating that they would stop over ten days on their way home to Harlan. John accompanied Mary to Wellesley, where she finally succeeded in explaining why it was necessary that she should be permitted to resign as teacher of mathematics. The girls at first sight of John were quite hysterical, exclaiming: "What a handsome man Miss Saylor's brother is! " When they learned his identity and that he came to take her away, he was condemned as a horrid old haldheaded man. This opinion was mildly modified at the farewell dinner the school gave to Miss Saylor, where John at his best gave the young ladies an informal talk on,-" School Days, School Teachers and Matri- mony." More than half of the girls were so impressed by the sense and sentiment of his talk that for a day or two they thought seriously of becoming teachers and waiting until they were thirty, when they would marry a nice-looking and prosperous young lawyer like Miss Saylor's John. 108 Mary and John are Married John rushed through 'his business engagement in Bos- ton; then they went down to Atlantic City for several days. He had written Bradford and Mr. Rogers telling of his marriage. They had each telegraphed congratula- tions and insisted that John wire the time of their arrival in Pittsburgh. This he did. They were met at the station by Bradford and Doro- thy and Mr. Rogers and his wife. Both families insisted that they should be their guests while in the city. A compromise was effected by going home with Bradford and Dorothy and accepting an invitation to be the guests of honor Thursday evening at the Rogers home, where they were to remain for the night after a reception and dinner, leaving the next day for Kentucky over the Penn- sylvania. Saturday noon they arrived at Paint Lick and were met at the station by Mr. and Mrs. Saylor, Sr. in the family carriage drawn by two sleek black mules; and Mr. and Mrs. Saylor, Jr. in their new Pierce Arrow. Rosamond had consented to come over, having for- given John, because she thought he had in a spirit of disappointment at her marriage, rushed to Wellesley and married Mary. The more than a dozen years that had gone by since John had seen Mr. and Mrs. Saylor had been kind to them. Mr. Saylor had the look and ways of a prosperous farmer. He had grown stout and seemed to enjoy the good things of life. His was a jovial, easy-going dis- position. He considered that fortune had been kind, now that Mary was married to Mr. Cornwall and Caleb, his boy, was a big man and married to one of the Clays. He owned a farm of more than four hundred acres and 109 Chit-Chat each year had saved some money, so that now he was considered one of the rich farmers of the county. He stood in dread and fear of only one person in the world and that was Caleb's wife. The lady, disputing the family record which he had made when she was a little tot, rechristened his Caleb, John Calhoun Saylor, and he dared not protest. It was several months before his hard head adj usted itself to the new name. He reached per- feetion by gradation; from Caleb to John Caleb and fin- ally mastered John Calhoun. Upon receipt of the telegram from New York, opening the big family Bible to make an entry of Mary's marriage in the family record, he was surprised to find that the entry of birth of Caleb Saylor made by him in 1885 had been changed by Mrs. Saylor, Jr., to John Calhoun Say- lor, 1 S83 which only left his son about two years his wife's junior. Subsequently he discovered that his son and Rosamond were each born in 1883 when he examined a carefully mutilated record in the Clay Bible. John liked Mrs. Saylor. She was a most unselfish soul, giving every thought of mind and every movement of her body to service for her husband and children. She was a slender, large-framed woman, with snow- white hair and a wrinkled, tired, though kindly face. The face was a happier one than when he first knew her;- then it seemed all joy had departed from it. She never whimpered or found fault or raised her voice in anger She was a woman of few words and few tears. Her hands, while not those of a lady, were those of a capable, hard-working mother and had a touch of gentle softness for the cheek of those she loved. Only when Mary and Susie were both home did she find time to rest. Caleb was even more an egotist than when a boy. 110 Mary and John are Married When he did not talk about himself his other subject of discussion was the charms of his wife, yet John, and others thrown with him, discovered he was not a fool. Under the tutelage of his wife he was gradually acquir- ing another faculty or subject of conversation, and that was the power unstintedly to praise any vain person who might prove of service to him. He had improved in speech and knowledge, but by contact. He scarcely ever looked into a book, except to memorize a passage. He always carried a pocket dictionary and when an un- familiar word was used in his presence, surreptitiously consulted it and, familiarizing himself with the meaning of the word, used it the first time occasion offered. If he once heard a thing he seemed never to forget it, nor a man's name or face. If his wife wrote out a speech aid read it to him a couple of times it was his for delivery ill practically her words. He struck John as a man devoid of conscience, yet, at first blush, of pleasant manner and appearance. To John it seemed the years had made Rosamond nearer the Rosamond of his dream than the youthful Rosamond who had wandered over the hills with him and to whom he had made love. The thought occurred that Caleb must prove a strong and zealous contender for this world 's honors to satisfy his wife 's ambition, else he might lose his handsome wife to a greater champion. He spoke of this impression to Mary and she shared his view, though Rosamond was in no sense flirtatious. "Mary, I love all your family, except John Calhoun." "Well, John, you married me, not the family, though I would have been unhappy had you not liked mother, father and Susie." "You must make your mother visit us as soon as we are settled. I believe she really needs the rest. I know ill that she and mother will be great friends and I know your father would like to put in a month hunting up old friends and knocking about the hills; he must come, too." They remained at the Saylor homestead for three days. The night before they left for home, they were en- tertained bv Mrs. John Calhoun Saylor, who was really proud of these two members of her husband's family and desired to exhibit them to the friends and relatives of the Clays. As the train drew near Harlan, winding in and out along the river an(l the foothills of Pine Mountain, Mary nestled close to John and, dreamily watching the big mountain, whose shadow was reflected in the deep pools of the river, said: "I no longer call to you through space, John, won- dering if you hear. Now we travel side by side our nar- row, little way of life and read its meaning in each other's eyes. We will soon be home, John; and I for one am glad we are to live in the mountains. I love them more than plain, or rolling pasture, or woodland, or the sea. One of my favorite poems is: 'Thou art a mountain stately and serene, Rising majestic o'er each earthly thing, And I a lake that 'round thy feet do cling, Kissing thy garment's hem, unknown, unseen. I tremble when the tempests darkly screen Thv face from mine. I smile when sunbeams fling Their bright arms 'round thee. When the blue heav- ens lean Upon thy breast, I thrill with bliss, 0 king! Thou canst not stoop-we are too far apart; I may not climb to reach thy mighty heart; Low at thy feet I am content to be. 112 Chit-Chat Mary and John are Married But wouldst thou know how great thou art, Bend thy proud head, my mountain love, and see How all thy glories shine again in me.' " "Will your mother be glad to see me, John Will she fear I shall steal too much of her boy's love" "Mary, mother is a little, old woman with a wonder- fully big, young heart and a grand soul filled with ten- derness and grace and love. There's not a joy in all the world she would not share with you. When she shares your sorrows, night changes quickly to the dusk of morn- ing and as the day comes they flit away like shadows on the dewy grass. When she sees you she will kiss you and cry a bit and call you 'John's wife' for a day and then it will be 'Mary dear.' Were you a stranger, whose name had never been mentioned, she would take you in, first for my sake, then love you for your own. One day I said: 'Mother, your aim in life seems to be to live for and wait on me.' 'No, John, my aim in life is to live like Him !' She has kept some of earth's clay out of my soul.'" As the train pulled into the station, Mary surrepti- tiously powdered her nose. Mrs. Cornwall, Mrs. Neal, Duffield and several other friends were there to meet them. Mrs. Cornwall seemed not to see John. As she took Mary in her arms she called her "John's wife"; they cried a wee bit and as she let her go, John heard her say "Mary dear"; and he knew his mother's heart approved of his wife. Then he kissed his mother and they greeted his other friends. Mrs. Neal was greatly surprised at Mary's appear- ance. "Mrs. Cornwall, you really mean to tell me that she was born on Straight Creek'" 113 Chit-Chat CHAPTER XI. HOME LIFE. Mrs. Cornwall, upon the receipt of the telegram noti- fying her of John's marriage, went to his room and tak- ing Mary's photograph, carried it to the window and in the strong light of the June day studied the face. Even under her critical analysis, that of a mother- in-law whose love was centered in her son and who be- lieved that he was entitled to the world's best, the pic- ture met her approbation. She held it in her arms, as one who loved might have held the original; and after a few tears of mingled sad- ness and joy-sadness for what had gone from her life and joy for what she thought had come into her son's- and after a prayer that God would bless the union of her son and this woman, making their life long and true and completing their happiness by giving them sweet chil- dren to make the union one of body and soul, she carried it down to her parlor and placed it on the center table beside that of her son's, wreathing and clustering them round with deep-red, velvety roses from the garden, and each day until they came gathered fresh ones, replacing those that withered. She telegraphed her blessing and love to them both and wrote Mary a long letter, telling her how happy she should be to welcome her home as John's wife and her daughter. Though Mary several times had asked, John had told her very little about their home. She knew from de- scriptions Rosamond and Dorothy had given her that it was an attractive place. When they drove into the yard and up to the porch with its colonial pillars and the old- 114 fashioned, arched doorway, he could see that she was artistically satisfied. Then as they passed through the portal into the hall and the double parlors, she gave voice to her apprecia- tion. "Mrs. Cornwall, you have made the house indeed a home. No wonder John was so near remaining a bache- lor. You made him entirely too comfortable; he will ex- pect too much. John, see how your mother has bordered our photographs with roses." " I hope you and John will be pleased with your rooms. If they are not just what you wish, satisfy your- selves; the house is large enough. Mary, you know the house is yours. I have been after John for ten years to marry and give me a chance to shift the responsibility of housekeeper to younger shoulders." "You know they say comparisons are odious. I am sure if you were to force me to assume instant charge, John would never believe I could make a good house- keeper. Were the house inartistic or disordered, I might be tempted to do so, but everything is so harmonious, so comfortable, so homelike, that I must serve a long ap- prenticeship before you should force the responsibility upon me. You know I have been a teacher; I must be gradually taught housekeeping, and in the meantime am to be your daughter as John is your boy." "Mother, when did you have all this done" "The day after I received your telegram I sent to Louisville and had Mr. Strassel come up; he, Mrs. Neal and I redecorated and refurnished these rooms for Mary. " "You have been very thoughtful. John, your mother has not given up her rooms for us, has she If so, we must refuse to take them." Home Life 115 Chit-Chat "No, one of them was mine; the other was a spare bedroom. " "Please come to this window. What a happy view, the garden, the river, the valley, the fields of grain and the distant, blue mountains! John, I love your mother and my home most as much as I do you!" The neighbors and friends of the Cornwalls were very kind to Mary. She grew to be very fond of Mrs. Neal and Mrs. Duffield. Duffield, several years before, had mar- ried Helen Creech. Mary was just beginning to feel thoroughly at home, and under Mrs. Cornwall's tutelage and diplomacy un- consciously assuming charge as mistress of the house, which was not so hard, as she had an efficient maid and had always helped her mother, when Dorothy and Brad- ford came on from Pittsburgh. Ever since their mar- riage they had spent the month of August with Mrs. Neal. After their arrival they, with John and Mary, began wandering about the hills and playing the part of lovers as they had done years before, though the Bradfords were somewhat hampered in their rambles by a little son whom they had christened John Durrett Bradford. Rosamond, who knew that the Bradfords were visit- ing Mrs. Neal, telegraphed Mary that she and her hus- band were coming to make her a visit, leaving home on the 12th of August; they would remain ten days. She answered, expressing her pleasure, and asked that they bring her mother with them. While it was a matter of no importance to John Cal- houn and, therefore, he made no objection, his wife re- fused to bring her, saying: "We will not mention that we intend going to her. She can go after we return. I 116 am going on a pleasure trip; not to look after an old woman. " When they arrived, Mary was greatly disappointed that her mother had not come. When told by Rosamond that they had not asked her mother because she did not look well and the trip might prove too trying, she was worried about her mother's health and immediately wrote her sister. In answer, her sister said: "Mother was very much disappointed when she learned John and Rosamond had gone to visit you, as had she known, she would have come with them. She is perfectly well and it is quite evident to me that they did not want her with them. You need not be surprised at anything that pair do." John Calhoun did not care to wander about the hills or picnic along the river bank with his wife, saying: "I had enough of climbing hills and basket meetings when a boy." His wife accompanied Mary and John on their rambles, while he loafed around the hotel and the court house, making friends and acquaintances, or rode over to the mines, cultivating the miners and discussing poli- tics with them. He had acquired the knack under his wife's tutelage of beginning an argument with a man and gradually coming around to his antagonist's way of thinking; com- plimenting his opponent upon his way of making a dif- ficult question clear. He would tell him: "Now I un- derstand it for the first time. I was wrong, you are right." Thereupon he and his opponent usually began a sort of Alphonse and Gaston species of concessions which ended in Saylor convincing the man to his way of thinking. His wife said it was the Clay way of per- suasion. 117 Home Life Chit-Chat Several days after Rosamond and her husband ar- rived, John's mother had a slight illness which kept Mary at home. Rosamond insisted on continuing the rambles which had been planned, and her husband re- fusing to accompany her, John was forced to do so. Thus, in a way, the relations of more than a half- dozen years before were re-established. When they were with Dorothy and Bradford she insisted on going where they with their little, two-year-old boy could not go, and in this way managed that she and John were much together. When they passed some place she remembered from her former rambles of the years before, she had a way of recalling it and saying: "It was here, John, we sat on the rock and you brought me water from the spring in a cup of leaves; let's do it again for old-time's sake. It was here, John, we seined the minnows; it was here you taught me the jack-knife dive; it was here you picked me up, oh, so tenderly! and with so much anxious solici- tude, I have half a mind to fall again" until John grew timid, and the next time begged Mary to come with them, and when she said it was impossible, sought to keep with the other members of the party, but Rosamond was the better manager and their solitary rambles continued. A day or two before she was to return home, as they sat resting on a moss-grown rock in a secluded cove far up the mountainside, she placed her hand over John's and said: "Tell me, John, what you were going to ask the night of the dance so many years ago, when you brought me out to the arbor and we found Dorothy and Howard Bradford there 118 Home Life "I thought I loved you and was going to ask you to be my wife." "Why didn't you, John-do; didn't you love me" "I had a horrid dream about you and before I recov- ered from it you became offended and returned home. I never saw you afterwards until Mary and I were mar- ried. " "So you let a dream shatter my dreams of love and happiness. " "You should not say that, Rosamond. You are mar- ried and to a man of your own choosing and I to the wife of my choice." "Mine was a marriage of convenience; I did it believ- ing that I could manage my husband and, with even the crude material at hand, make a man. I am regretting it even now after less than four months. He either has less sense than I thought or is harder to manage. I do not even respect him and if you were still single and wished it, I could get a divorce Why did you not follow me home, John That's what I expected you to do." "Don't; such talk is not right and you must not say such things to me Even though I loved you once, I now love only one woman in the world and that is Mary. Were we both single, I could not marry you unless Mary was married to some other man. There is no use talking about such things; they are a forgotten past. I shall not go out with you again; I dare not; you are a fascinating woman and the old love might return." " You coward! " John rose from his seat and, deathly pale, walked ahead of Rosamond down the mountainside and she, pale and trembling with anger, followed after. Neither spoke 119 Chit-Ch at until they joined Dorothy and Bradford under some old elms near the river. From that day until the Saylors left for home John was too busy at the office for any more rambles. Rosa- mond was ill-tempered and spent most of her time in her room. When her door was opened the quiet of the house was occasionally disturbed by loud-voiced wrangling with her husband; though in the presence of strangers she always greeted him in a gently modulated voice and with a smile. The following spring the Pittsburgh Coal & Coke Company sold out to a Detroit manufacturer of automo- biles and John was instrumental in closing the deal. As fee and profit on the sale of his stock in the company he realized a little more than twenty-three thousand dollars. He was retained by the new company as their local counsel at a salary of three thousand dollars and from his other business realized an income of four thousand dollars more. This seemed to be about the limit of earn- ing capacity in the little, mountain city, though he and his wife never thought of moving. They were both satis- fied and loved the mountains and their neighbors. Their mother was content where her children, John and Mary, were. In the fall of 1911 he was the Democratic elector from the Eleventh Congressional District and made a few speeches which attracted some little attention. The fol- lowing summer he was offered and declined the Assistant United States District Attorneyship for the Eastern Kentucky District. 120 Home Life On the 12th day of May, 1910, his thirty-eighth birth- day, his wife presented him with a son. After a discus- sion lasting several days, in which he and Mary had less to say than his mother or Mrs. Neal or Mrs. Simeon Say- lor, who was visiting her daughter, the boy was chris- tened John Saylor Cornwall; and to avoid confusion in an otherwise quiet and well-regulated household, was called Saylor. His father called him "Sailor Boy" and wanted to take him down to the river to sail toy boats before he cut his stomach teeth but the boy's grandmothers would not permit it. The two grandmothers were constantly quarrelling as to who should hold John Saylor Cornwall, while the baby was either crying to go to his father or squirming to get down and crawl on the floor. His grandfather, who was now Colonel Simeon Savlor (i. e., by courtesy, since he was quite an extensive land- owner), began to think that John Saylor Cornwall in the years to come might grow to be almost as great as his Uncle John Calhoun, who was now Congressman from the Eighth District. He began telling the boy how great he was going to be until his mother put a stop to it by threatening to send him home before the boy's second birthday, the celebra- tion of which event the grandfather and two grandmoth- ers looked forward to with excited expectancy, as he was the only grandchild in either family. On his second birthday he was showered with pres- ents. Everybody remembered him, except his Aunt Rosamond. She left the Cornwall family alone after her visit in August, following the marriage of John and Mary. 121 Chit-Chat She was now in Washington with her husband; or, as some of her friends put it, she was in Washington, ac- companied by her husband. As a politician, he was not in her class. She some time since had ceased in her attempts to gratify ambition by reflective honors from her husband and had marched forth under the leadership of Mrs. Catt as a most trusted lieutenant. She was head of the Woman's Suffrage Or- ganization of Kentucky; was in great demand as a public speaker and heralded by an extensive following as the probable successor of Mrs. Catt in the fight for the eman- cipation of women. Her husband, in spite of his distinguished air and faculty as a personal press agent, was slowly losing his identity. He was not infrequently referred to, particu- larly in Washington, as the husband of Mrs. Rosamond Clay Saylor. On the way home from his visit, Grandpa Saylor stopped off at Pineville and spent a day or two on the head of Straight Creek with his former neighbors. The old home place was occupied by Jim Helton, who, when he sold his land to the coal company, moved into the Saylor house. He spent a day with the Heltons; he even visited the old cliff-house still and at twilight started down the creek for Pineville. In the valley it was very dark, as the moon had not yet risen above the mountain. When opposite Elhannon Howard's, the horse he was riding stumbled over something in the middle of the road and horse and rider were hurled over the bank into the creek. Elhannon, hearing the noise made by the horse floundering around in the water and old man Saylor 122 Home Life swearing, came out bearing a flaming pine knot, and the two old enemies faced each other. Saylor's horse had stumbled over one of Elhannon's cows asleep in the road and the frightened cow, strug- gling to her feet, had thrown horse and rider over the bank. The rider was unhurt, but the horse's right fore- leg was broken. "Damn you, Elhannon, why don't you and your wife sleep out in the middle of the road, too. You will cer- tainly pay for that horse and my wetting. I am too old to fight you, but I will law you in Squire Ingram's court. " "All right, Sim Saylor; I'll be thar." "And if I lose thar, I'll take it to the Circuit Court." "All right, Sim Saylor, I'll be thar." "And if I lose in the Circuit Court, I'll take it to the Court of Appeals." "All right, Sim Saylor; I'll be thar." "And if I lose in the Court of Appeals, I'll take it to hell, the next place." "All right, Sim Saylor, I won't be thar, but my law- yer will. Keep on your shirt, Sim, and come into the house. The old woman can make you comfortable for the night." They went to the house and Mr. Saylor took off his wet clothes and went to bed. When he awoke the next morning they hung on a chair, dry and nicely cleaned; there was even a fashionable crease down the trouser legs. Elhannon's dude son had pressed them for him. As he and Elhannon sat at breakfast they talked about the bees and the old Southdown ram which several years before had been gathered to his father's, leaving several noble scions behind. 123 124 Chit-Chat When breakfast was over Elhannon's boy, the dude, drove up in front of the house in a buckboard, and Say- lor climbed in beside him. As the boy started off Elhan- non called: "Look here, dood, don't drive that horse over any cows in the road." Old man Saylor laughed and called back: "You and I are too old to law; you settle with old man Samuels for his horse and we'll call it square. You and the old woman come down to the fair and stop with us." "All right, Sim Saylor; I'll be thar; so long and good luck. " PART II. This page in the original text is blank. Seeing Italy at Mrs. O'Flannagan's Expense. CHAPTER I. Mrs. 0'Flannagan lived in Limerick, the Irish colony of Louisville. Her husband, a policeman under the Grainger administration, was "doped by a friend" and, being found in a stupor, was fired by the Board of Public Safety. His friend's brother inherited the beat and the Tenth-street or side door of the saloon at West Green Street, swung more loosely of hinge on Sunday than formerly. Some days after his dismissal O'Flannagan, passing the cart of a hot-tamale man at the entrance to the ball park, became involved in an argument between the ven- dor, a Sicilian, and a boy and was knifed by the vendor. He was buried three days later after a&convivial wake, the success of which was in some measure a consolation for his widow. His estate, besides his widow, consisted of a four- room, shot-gun cottage, meagerly furnished, and three boys, Tim, Pat and Jerry. Tim was fourteen, and after school sold papers at Fourth and BroadwVy. The other two boys were of suf- ficient years of discretion to dodge a motorcycle if the rider gave stentorian warning. Mrs. O'Flannagan, a husky, raw-boned dame, adopted the profession of a washlady, and found many ladies who were anxious to procure her services since the colored 128 Seeing Italy at Mrs. O'Flannagan's Expense ladies had deserted their washtubs to work in the Axton tobacco factory. Tim always brought home the worn outside paper of his bundle, or else one that some customer had glanced through and thrown away, for his mother to read. She was deeply interested in the progress of the World War. After ten hours over the washtub, she would change her sud-soaked dress, get the boys their supper, clean and dry the dishes, scrub the two little chaps and put them to bed; then, after eight o'clock, sit down at the window where the street light shone in and read about those "devilish Huns," her moist, strong face, to which clung her brown hair, stringy from sweat, working and chang- ing expression with feelings of sympathy and patriotism. After she had read all about the war and the Red Cross, but nothing else, she got out a ball of gray yarn and needles and knitted till 10:30. She had promised to knit two pairs of socks a week for the Limerick Red Cross Unit. Then after her prayers, which were wholly intercessory, for her boys and their daily bread and the motherless boys in Flanders, her day's work was done. She went to the big bed by the window and kissed her three boys, then to her cot in the corner and slept the sound sleep of the faithful and the true. She had not been to a picture show in three years; had never been in an automobile, nor to the derby, nor the State Fair, but each Sunday morning walked in to the Cathedral to early mass. She was always at home, except when she made the trip to the grocery, or to The Puritan to deliver the wash, or to the knitting unit to exchange the pair of well- knitted socks (on the tops of which she always made a narrow border of red, white and blue) for more yarn. Seeing Italy at Mrs. O'Flanragaon's Expense 129 She gave the boys twenty cents each every Saturday night to go to the picture show and for peanuts. They knew all the knot-holes in the ball park fence and all the home players by name and sight. They argued and some- times fought over the umpire's decision. The Government selected and named a training camp site, out the Preston Street car line, Camp Taylor. It was soon rumored around Limerick how they were burn- ing down practically new buildings to make immediate room for barracks and were paying unheard-of prices for labor. Every one who owned a saw, hammer and square and who could hit the hammer with the nail, called him- self a carpenter and journeyed thither. The paper boys became water boys at three dollars per day. So Tim gave up his paper stand and became a water boy. Mrs. O'Flannagan, going down to the store for a pair of shoes and taking three dollars to pay for them, the price she had been paying for the same shoe for ten years, was forced to return home for three dollars more, as she was told: " Last week the price was raised to 5.98. " Everywhere she went to buy some simple neces- sity she was told of a sudden similar raise. The husbands and sweethearts of the few remainin- colored washladies having procured jobs at the camp and the women themselves receiving liberal offers at other occupations, deserted the washtub. The ladies of The Puritan were forced to get Mrs. O'Flannagan or buy an electric washer and iron or surreptitiously do the family wash in the bathtub and dry it in the kitchenette. Three or four times daily a limousine or sedan drove up in front of Mrs. O'Flannagan's and a daintily be- decked creature in a fifty-dollar hat and a two-hundred- dollar dress, wearing twenty-dollar shoes, stepped out exhibiting a none too slender calf encased in a five-dollar 130 Seeing Italy at Mrs. O'Flannagan's Expense stocking, though her father might have gotten his start as a section-hand at two dollars per day on the L. & N. or have driven a huckster's wagon, or tended bar, or cur- ried horses. She tripped into the house and, after shak- ing hands with the washlady (she was hard pushed), who was forced to quit work, wipe her hands on the roller towel and entertain her visitor, said: "Oh, Mrs. O 'Flannagan, Mrs. Rothchilds says you are a beautiful laundress and that you always return all the things when you promise. I had a nigger doing my work and she was an awful nuisance. I do believe she wore my stockings and my teddy-bears. Mrs. Rothchilds is a friend of mine; we live in adjoining apartments. There are four in her family and only three in mine and her son Leo has so many shirts. She tells me you have been her laundress for three years and that she pays you a dollar and a half a week. Now that's too cheap. You give up her washing and take mine. I will pay you three dollars a week and send it round in the car by Charles. " "I have been doing Mrs. Rothchilds' wash for more than three years. When prices went up so much she of- fered to pay me more, saying high prices had cut the heart out of the dollar. I said: 'No, you furnish the soap and starch and what you pay is enough. I want to do what I can to help these times, and the way to put the heart back in the dollar is to put prices down; we can all help do that. All I want is to make an honest living and bring up my three boys to be good men.' I sometimes think happiness consists in having few wants. I am glad to see you are doing so well. I believe I know you. You are Rachael Reubenstein, the daughter of Herman Reubenstein, who used to have the old-clothes store at Ninth and Market. You and I used to play dolls Seeing Italy at Mrs. O'Flannagan's Expense 131 together. Father went on your father's bond when he bought all those clothes and jewelry from two coons for twenty dollars." "Charles, start the car; let us leave this low neigh- borhood, and wash the car when you get back to the garage. " The National War Work Council of the Y. M. C. A. and kindred organizations, having started their work and particularly that most important portion of solicit- ing funds from the general public, Mrs. Breckenridge Crittenden Clay, of 4897 Third Avenue, was elected as head of the women's committee. Fair, young girls in fluffy dresses and of just that age supposed to be most appealing and irresistible to men, were placed in the office and bank buildings and were directed to shower their smiles upon the strangers in the hotel lobbies, while certain fat and willing dames past forty were given the residence sections of the great common people and told to make a house-to-house can- vass. They were instructed, however, to omit the fac- tories and business houses intermittently located in such sections, as they were to be looked after by a selected coterie who called in state and were supposed to be spe- cially fitted for just such solicitations. Mrs. Weissinger Robinson, who was not on the best of terms with Mrs. Clay, but who always helped in such campaigns for contributions, was assigned to the resi- dence section of Limerick, while Mrs. Clay's most inti- mate friend, Mrs. Castleman Smith, was assigned to Third and Fourth avenues between Kentucky and Hill streets. 132 Seeing Italy at Mrs. O'Flannagan's Expense One hot afternoon, while Mrs. O 'Flannagan was hanging out the wash, the car of Mrs. Robinson drove up to her door. "Horace, climb out and tell whoever lives here to come to the car." The chauffeur knocked on the door and when Mrs. O 'Flannagan opened it, delivered his message. She came out, wiping her wet, water-wrinkled hands upon her flour-sack apron, supposing that here was another lady looking for a laundress. " I am Mrs. Weissinger Robinson and this is Mrs. Decatur Jones. We are asking subscriptions for the Y. M. C. A. and other kindred institutions, the money to be used for the comfort and entertainment of our soldier boys in Europe, to furnish them with shelter huts near the front line where they may rest, have picture shows, theatricals, innocent games, a library and be given hot coffee, chocolate and other homelike things; they will also be given writing materials. We have been asked to visit each house in this section and ask contributions." "How nice and homelike that will be for the boys! If every mother gives, she can be sure her boy over there will share in the giving. I have saved up forty dollars for winter clothes for my boys, but we will give ten of it. I am sorry I can not do more." At night when the canvass of that section was com- pleted Mrs. Robinson had collected 843.50, while Mrs. Castleman Smith, of the Third Avenue section, had col- lected 327.00. Mrs. Decatur Jones, talking about the contributions with Mrs. Robinson, said: "I am so glad we put it over that Mrs. Castleman Smith. My husband gave me twen- ty-five dollars to contribute, but I thought that was too much, so gave Mrs. Smith, who had our district, two Seeing Italy at Mrs. O'Flannagan's Expense 133 dollars. I knew there would be no trouble in collecting this city's apportionment. We always 'go over the top.' Limerick certainly did beautifully, and I might just as well have given all the twenty-five dollars, as I lost it playing bridge." The necessary fund having been raised by popular subscription, the Y. M. C. A., K. of C. and Salvation Army began the process of preparation to send over a corps of workers to look after the spiritual and physical wel- fare of the American boys sent overseas and assigned for training or fighting service to camp or trench in England, France, Italy, Russia and Mesopotamia. In the list of recruits for International Y service there were barbers and lawyers, truck farmers and preachers, mechanics and professors, dentists and veterinarians, meat-eaters and vegetarians-an average lot of Amer- icans picked up in the hurley-burley and hasty prepara- tion for war. All were recommended by men of standing in their respective communities. If among them there were a few black sheep, the responsibility rested with the local Y which made the investigation, or on those respectable local citizens who indorsed them, and not on the Inter- national Y. The Government, when applications for pass- ports were filed, made an investigation by special agent of the applicant's loyalty and character. Thus were gathered together several thousand men whose average of age was probably forty, nearly all starting from home with a conscientious desire to render real patriotic service in the great war. There were a few young men who joined the Y to avoid more serious military service. There were a few 134 Seeing Italy at Mrs. O'Flamnuagan's Expense others who had no other object than to see France and Italy at Mrs. O'Flannagan's expense. There were per- haps a very few who sought sinful adventure and ex- perience. The majority left home upon the receipt of a telegram ordering them to report in New York at once, prepared to sail for Europe. They were fired with zeal and pa- triotism, expecting to sail at once and upon arrival in Europe to serve in the front line under the very muzzle of German big Berthas. When they arrived in New York they reported at the Hotel St. Andrews and were then assigned to that or some other hotel and directed to report the following morning at 347 Madison Avenue, where the International Y had its offices. Then they stood in line a day or two, usually snubbed if they asked some one of the smaller office men a ques- tion, and when they sought information, or to comply with certain regulations at the desk designated in their printed instructions as the proper one, they were referred to some one else or told by a stenographer that the gen- tleman was out just at present, or that the applicant must first go to some other desk before he could attend to him. This was the ground-floor experience, where the utmost inexperience was slowly ground down to competency and the green Y men were gradually knocked and buffeted through in accordance with the regulations. In this way their patriotism and resolutions were given a dush and first shock, from which they never wholly recovered be- cause of many subsequent similar experiences. The office building was arranged much on the order of a Chinese restaurant; in that as you journeyed sky- ward conditions improved. The ground floor was the worst, but as the elevator ascended you met with more Seeing Italy at Mrs. O'Flannagan's Expense 135 courtesy and consideration. By the time you passed the fourth floor the man behind the desk had time to answer a relevant question, as he was not riled by his own in- competency. After they had been in New York a day or two they learned that their passports had not been issued and therefore there was no immediate prospect for sailing. They were then ordered to a training conference for ten days, which many attended for months, retaining their rooms and eating at an expensive hotel at the expense of Mrs. O 'Flannagan. At the conference, with the exception of lessons in the language of the country where they were to be lo- cated and the physical training given them, to many the time seemed wasted. They were subjected to daily lec- tures on morals and patriotism by professors who talked to them as to a group of fourth-grade boys, and sought to impress upon them that it would be unbecoming in a Y secretary to flirt with the girls of the street of Paris and London, or to lie around drunk in a front-line trench. But the professors could not help it; they were fifty and their habits were formed. They had been talking to boys from eight to sixteen years old for thirty years. They could not understand that a lawyer or dentist or preacher past forty might be a little set in his ways and might know almost half as much about the girls of the street and a plain drunk as a Boston college professor. The pupil might even have had the experience. Possibly some of the men before sailing during their hundred nights on Broadway received a few instructions first-hand about the girls of the street and the evils of intemperance, which in a small measure prepared their innocent souls for the shock of a short sojourn in Paris. Certainly that experience with what the professors had 136 Seeing Italy at Mrs. O'Flannagan's Expense told them was sufficient to keep them from unconsciously being led astray, though I have been told that some of them offered the new and heretofore unheard-of excuse: "She did tempt me and I did eat." Tnen they were further trained to march and to sing; since when they landed upon foreign shores they un- doubtedly would spend most of their time marching in bands about the streets of London and Paris and Rome and possibly in due course Berlin, singing: "The Yanks are Coming " and " America Done It, " because the French, Italians and Germans know little or nothing about music, and any American Y man, especially a blacksmith from Shoulder Blade, Kentucky, could give them a few lessons. And the British-why, they could do nothing, or would do nothing, till they got there. They were drilled for a month or more in squads right and squads left and taught by music masters to sing: " Here We Are, Hear the Eagle Scream." The last time they marched was when they marched off the boat on the other shore; after that when they walked they hoofed it. And the last time they sang was just before they heard the Italians sing. The first per- formance by comparison with the second sounded as a tom-tom concert in competition with the celestial choir. Talk about carrying coals to Newcastle; the most absurd performance of the Y was exporting American singers to entertain the Italian army. Have you thought about it Since Woodrow Wilson has been President, America has been afflicted with what might be called the Professors' Age. The professors in the Y certainly had the pull. If a kitchen was opened in Flanders, a professor of chemistry was the director in charge; a chef was no better than a kitchen scullion. If a tooth was to be pulled, a professor of anatomy per- Seeing Italy at Mrs. O'Flanntagan's Expense 137 formed the operation because he knew the root from the crown, while a dentist handled freight in a warehouse. A professor of mathematics was put in charge of motor vehicles, while a machinist arranged the programme for a vocal concert. A professor of languages would be made chief accountant, while an expert accountant was put in charge of a moving-picture machine. Professor Brown was given charge in France; Professor Greene in Eng- land, and Professor Black in Italy; and their regional directors were professor this and that; a professor of penmanship in Rome, a professor of biology in Genoa, a professor of languages in Brescia, and a professor of something else in Naples, Milan, Venice, Trieste and Palermo. There was as much of school-teacher dictator- ship in the foreign Y as Secretary Lansing found at the head of the State Department. When a doughboy re- ferred to the Y as "the damn Y," it is possible he recog- nized the secretary in charge as his former professor of mathematics or languages. But slowly as these professors returned to America order came out of chaos; the Y adjusted itself and be- came an efficient machine. We can probably look upon it as a permanent organization in foreign lands by the time these gifted and well-trained executives, these learned expatriates, have all been called home. Because of mismanagement and disorganization in the beginning, many a Y man who had left home with the best intentions, became disappointed and disgusted and so unfit for service. He began by traveling from pillar to post and ended by seeing France and Italy at Mrs. O'Flannagan's ex- pense. He returned home saying unkind things of the Y. Those who saw him traveling about, usually in an ex- pensive car, burning gasoline which cost more than a 138 Seeing Italy at Airs. O'Flannagan's Expense dollar a gallon or traveling free on overcrowded trains, needed to transport troops or civilians on imperative business, said unkind things of the Y. The men in the service of the Y had no reason for complaint at the reception or courtesy extended them by the foreign governments where they were placed. In Italy they had free first-class transportations and could frank their baggage. The organization was given free freight, express, postal and telegraph service. Certain government monopolies were waived and customs' charges revoked in its favor. Nor could the men complain of the Y in the allow- ance for expenses and salaries, as the organization in every instance more than lived up to its agreement. No great criticism can be found with the organization. A man who wanted to work and serve had the opportunity. Just criticism for incompetence was local, and for dis- courtesy and dishonesty was individual. " Y" Service CHAPTER II. "Y " SERVICE. One evening in the spring of 1918 John Calhoun Say- lor, ex-Congressman, sat before the open fire in the old Clay residence, reading the Courier-Journal. "Just as I expected, thirty-five, that gets me. I was born in 1885." Then he read to his wife that the draft age would be raised to thirty-five. "But, John, you are married." "Yes, thoroughly-but that makes no difference in my case. We have no children; you and I have some little property, enough of an income to live on; there's no one dependent upon me; I'm as strong as a mule, feet, eyes, ears and teeth all right; no chance for rejection; they'll get me sure. I guess it would have been better if I had gone to an officer's training camp. My friends know I am no coward; I have been shot at before, but I do not want some spindley, little dry-goods clerk of a lieutenant telling me where to get off at; and I don't fancy living in Washington as a dollar-a-year man. I rebel against restraint and routine." "John, though I would miss you greatly, as you know a few months' foreign service would help you politically. All the boys and younger men in the eastern end of the State are in Europe, or preparing for foreign service. It would be a mistake to wait and be drafted. When the women begin voting, as they will in a year or two, they will vote for the ex-soldier." "Foreign service is all right, if the war don't last too long. It is the training camp I want to dodge. Well, this might help out-' The International Y. M. C. A. de- 139 140 Seeing Italy at Mrs. O'Flannagan's Expense sires several hundred men for immediate service abroad. Kentucky is expected to furnish thirty of this number. They must be over the present draft age and contract to serve one year or for duration of the war. Applicants please write or call upon Mr. Theobald Burton, Y. M. C. A. Buildipg, Louisville, Ky.' "Suppose we go to Louisville tomorrow Then I will call upon Mr. Burton and learn what would be ex- pected of me." Mr. and Mrs. Saylor went to Louisville and to see Mr. Burton. John Calhoun made out an application for service, which was held up until he furnished a physi- cian 's health certificate and the declarations of three reputable citizens, including the pastor of the church he attended, as to his moral fitness for the work. Then his application was forwarded for approval to the general offices. Then he made application for a passport for service in Italy and France, which was forwarded by the Clerk of the United States District Court to Washington. Ile was then vaccinated and given the typhoid serum treat- ment-precautions required under army regulations. Feeling assured that the Y. M. C. A. could not do with- out his services, he returned home and made preparation for a year's absence. He so managed that the local papers gave him quite a boost. They told how he had gone to Louisville, where he had made repeated efforts to enlist in both the army and the navy, but had been rejected. He then made ap- plication to enter the International Y. M. C. A. for for- eign service and had been accepted. "This Mr. Saylor had done at great personal inconvenience and consider- able business sacrifice, feeling that it was his duty to serve his country. He expects to sail for Europe before the end of the month." On the morning of the 2d of June he received a tele- gram from the International Y to report in New York, prepared to sail immediately upon arrival. He left home that afternoon and on the night of the 3d reported at the Hotel St. Andrews, where he was assigned quarters, sharing his room with another Y man. There he re- mained, his expenses paid by the Y, until he sailed three months later. The morning after arrival, reporting at the main of- fice, 347 Madison Avenue, he was told that his passport had not been received and it was impossible to tell when it might be. Speaking a little Italian, which Luigi Poggi had taught him when a boy, he was directed to prepare for Y service with the Italian army and sent to take the train- ing course at the university. There he was taught to march and to sign " The Yanks are Coming " and other choice vocal selections; was lectured on patriotism and cautioned against intem- perance, lewd and lascivious conduct and the great temp- tations held out to innocent and inexperienced Y secre- taries in the great foreign cities. He was given lessons in Italian and at the end of three months could speak that language more fluently than his professor. On the 26th of August his passport arrived and he was notified to be prepared to sail on September 1st. From that time until he left New York he stood in line before different clerks and officials, receiving instruc- tions, signing papers and procuring his outfit. He was furnished everything except his underclothing, including a fund for incidental expenses over actual transporta- tion. "Y" Service 141 142 Seeing Italy at Mrs. O'Flann-agan's Expense Standing in line with more than a hundred others, he was surprised to see, only a short way behind him, his brother-in-law, John Cornwall. Cornwall, in January, 1918, had made application to enter the Officers Training Camp at Fort Benjamin Har- rison, but had been rejected because he was past forty- five. He had then tried to enlist as a private, but had been rejected for the same reason. He had tendered his services to the Judge Advocate General's department, but had heard nothing from his application. As a last opportunity lie offered his services to the International Y and had been accepted. He arrived in New York on the night of August 27th and learned that his passport had been received, and he and three hundred and sixteen other Y men Were to sail on September 1st. In the early morning of that date they boarded a train for Montreal, where they arrived past midnight and were marched aboard the Burmah, a British transport of seven thousand tons burden. At two a. m. they were given a meal of tea, bread, condensed milk, boiled potatoes and a most horrible sausage and told to turn in. As their bunks were hold hamocks, quite a few turned out. About daylight the thousand-mile journey down the St. Lawrence began. When they reached the ocean they joined a convoy of a dozen ships, screened in a cold mist and rocked by a choppy sea. Then began the ocean voyage of twelve days, through fog and rain and over a rough, gray sea. At night it was early to bed, because lights were not allowed. The fare shows the ship's registry, and for breakfast, dinner and supper was the same-tea, oatmeal, mutton, marmalade, condensed milk, cheese, oleomargarin, bread and boiled potatoes. The ship was redolent with mutton. Those whose stomachs were upset by a first voyage, more than sixty per cent, declared they could never again look a sheep in the face and live through it. Several gave their sheep skin coats away, believing they added to the prevailing odor. Every day of the voyage they marched in the morn- ing and held a song service in the afternoon, followed by an address by some diplomatic preacher or professor, who, being on a British transport, considered it an op- portune time to tell the captain and crew what the Yanks intended doing and why the soldiers of all the other al- lied nations had failed in the war. When they were off the Irish coast a half-dozen Brit- ish destroyers steamed out of the fog and met them and, like greyhounds at full speed, chased one another in great circles around the more slowly moving convoy. At Liverpool they marched ashore singing, "The Yanks are Coming" and never marched again. Then they traveled by train to London and a day or two later to Southhampton, then by channel steamer to Havre, then by train to Paris, where most of the men were assigned to service in France. Those going to Italy, some thirty-five, including Say- lor and Cornwall, several days later traveled by train through Southwestern France to Modane, then by way of Turin to Bologna. There they made settlement of their incidental ex- pense accounts, which did not include transportation charges; and though they traveled together and stopped at the same hotels, Saylor rendered an account for two hundred and twenty-five dollars and Cornwall one for eighty-three dollars. In Bologna they were lectured and cautioned, par- "Y" Service 143 144 Seeing Italy at Mrs. O'Flannagan's Expense ticularly against having anything to say about the Pro- testant religion in a Catholic country, or making them- selves conspicuous by attending Protestant churches and gatherings. Then they were indiscriminately scattered from the Austrian boundary to Syracuse. John Calhoun was given a high-powered car and sta- tioned at Cento, a place within convenient distance of Florence, Venice, Verona, Brescia and Milan. He al- ways left Cento on Saturday a. m. and returned Monday p. m. He saw these and more distant cities. The cafes on the shores of lakes Garda, Iseo, Como and Maggiore knew the resonant sound of his Claxon horn. But his weekly reports of work done, sent into Bo- logna, showed magnificent accomplishments. There were but seven thousand soldiers in his district, and only four huts or places of entertainment for the soldiers. At night some thirty or forty soldiers gathered in each place, their wants attended to by a sergeant of the Italian army, who called at his rooms when supplies were needed; yet this report recited that an average of three thousand visited the four places each night of the week, making a weekly attendance of more than twenty thousand. He made out his weekly report Friday night, with directions to his orderly to mail it to Bologna on Monday morning. The report came in promptly, though John Calhoun might be in Venice or Verona. How he did enjoy these week-end outings. It was a break in the monotony of sitting quietly at ease in quar- ters furnished by the Italian Government, when the only recreation was lunch and dinner at the officers' mess, where he drank his share of the red and white wines and learned to eat macaroni seasoned with grated cheese and red tomato sauce, wrapping it around his fork and pick- ing it up in great mouthfuls. "Y" Service He was wonderfully kind to Colonel Rocca, the com- manding officer, keeping him supplied with cigarettes and tobacco from the supply furnished for distribution among the privates. When the colonel expressed a de- sire to accompany him on one of his week-end outings or even to be carried to some neighboring city (the army only allowing a horse and cart for his personal service), the Y Fiat was always at his service. This courtesy re- suilted in John Calhoun being awarded the Croce di Guerra, for distinguished service at the front, though Cento was seventy-five miles from the front line and he never so much as heard the roar of a distant gun. He did visit the battlefields, the whole front line from the Adriatic Sea, along the Piave, Mt. Grappa and the Tren- tino, westward to Tonale Pass and northward to Inns- bruk, but it was after the armistice. He made a choice collection of war relics and photographs, which he sub- sequently used in his lecture: "Personal Experiences at the Battle of Vittorio Veneto, or How I Won the War Cross. " He had spent his boyhood on the trails of Pine Moun- tain, often riding to mill straddle of a mule. When the family moved to Madison County he drove a speedy trot- ter to a side-bar buggy over the turnpike, then in his own Pierce-Arrow over excellent roads, then in Italy a Y Fiat. He was educated by gradation to speedy locomo- tion and was a most competent judge of good roads. He knew what he was talking about when he said that there were no other roads in the world like the old Roman roads of the plain and no other highways exhib- ited such engineering skill and perfection as those of the mountains, north from Brescia along Lake Isco to Tonale Pass, with its tunnels, curves and gradual ascents. 145 146 Seeing Italy at Mrs. O'Flannoagan's Expense How he did enjoy riding over the old Roman road from Bologna to Milan with Colonel Rocca, telling him about what he had done and had seen! One of his lec- tures, descriptive of this road, was reported, and I quote a portion of it: "There is no place more attractive in the ripe days of spring than the Lombardy plain. The old Roman road as direct as the truth and a straight, though broad, way intersects it as though a great master road builder with the power of a czar had laid down a hundred-mile rule and, drawing a single line at an angle of twenty degrees north of west, declared the survey complete and the route fixed. "The road is built above and overlooks the plain. No pains in the original construction of twenty-odd centu- ries ago, nor since in its remodification or repair, has been spared towards making it an eternal highway down which as a vast speedway a half-dozen cars might race abreast. "The Po and its tributaries are spanned by great arched bridges of stone, seemingly cut and placed by Titans of past ages who spent their full days and plen- teous strength and skill in placing stone on stone. "The whole plan seems laid off with a rule. The dis- tant cloud-capped Alps to the north, the Apennines of verdant foothills and snow-clad peaks nearer to the south seem pressing down to meet and clash as two vast armies contending for the plain-as so many times have the men of the north with the men of the south until the Master of All, drawing a line with His sceptre, said: 'Thus far only.' Then He made the river which surges forward in a straight flight from Valenza to the sea and swarthy bare-footed peasants of the plain flanked it with parallel dikes. "Y" Service "On either side of the whole way are long rows of mulberry trees for silk culture, and vineyards for red wine, and between the grass grows rank and green. "But three times yearly the geni of the garden comes forth, on moist, moony nights, and changes the rugs of green in the aisles of the vineyards and the groves and the carpets of the fields. "When the time of the singing of the birds is come and the locust and the cherry bloom, then he spreads the rugs and carpets of promise and of gold, embossed with yellow tulips and bordered with royal purple, Parma violets. "When nature is voluptuously mature the geni spreads his rugs and carpets of poppies. It is the season to wound and to garner; the red of the fields is as the wounds of the slain. "The geni grows old, his beard and hair are white as lamb's wool. White oxen drew great tanks on wheels into the vineyards. The grapes are gathered and trampled into wine. The trees and vines look sad. The rugs are faded and worn. It is the season of death; the sleep before the resurrection. So for the last time the geni comes forth and spreads his rugs and carpets of white-the last flowers of the year. "You will pass several ancient churches along the way. When the interior walls are scraped it is not uI- common to find frescoes by some forgotten master, gen- erally in the nude. The father of the church, being something of an artist himself, mixes a pot of paint and dresses the exhumed Saint Anthony in yellow pants, his conception of how that saint should appear in public. "This reminds me of the stars painted on the dome of the 'Star Chamber' of Westminster Abbey. The Jew- ish money lenders of ancient London were permitted to 147 148 Seeing Italy at Mrs. O'Flannagan's Expense deposit the bonds of their Christian debtors in a chamber of the abbey. The Hebrew word for 'bond' being 'star,' the chamber was so named. The reason for the name in time became obscure. A subsequent custodian, having his own conception, had stars painted on the dome and walls of the chamber. " On this trip I was told by an Italian antiquarian how the names 'White' (Bianca), 'Green' (Verdi) and 'Black' (Nero) first were given people. "In ancient Rome when a foundling was left upon a doorstep and parentage could not be traced, he was given the name of some color. Some of the most illustrious and ancient Italian families of today bear these names." The first of April, 1919, John Calhoun Saylor was transferred from Cento to the general offices of the Y. M. C. A. in the Hotel Regina, Bologna. This hotel had been requisitioned by the Italian government from its owners and turned over to the Y at a nominal rental. John Calhoun, by his flatteries, ingratiated himself into most satisfactory relations with Professor Black, general secretary of the Y. M. C. A. in Italy and, speak- ing Italian almost as fluently as the professor, who spoke it like an educated native, was frequently called upon to transact business with the Italians. There was great excitement in Italy and many un- friendly demonstrations against Americans when Presi- dent Wilson's attitude on the Fiume question became generally known. Bologna, politically, has always been one of the most demonstrative and volatile of Italian cities. On the 25th of April, 1919, a great demonstration was made by the populace in favor of the annexation of Fiume, and word This page in the original text is blank. 0 0 01 CA' 0 R0 r- -I CH Cso u 'e r- .2 ma 0z To "Y" Service was sent by the police authorities to Professor Black that a great crowd was preparing for a demonstration in front of the hotel, in protest against President Wilson's atti- tude. Professor Black, having important business in a distant city, left about the time the crowd began gath- ering in front of the Hotel Regina; and John Calhoun, in his absence, spoke for him to the assembled multitude on behalf of the Y, explaining its position on the Fiume question. As he stood facing the ten thousand excited Italians, there was no tremor of voice or limb. It was just the chance he was looking for; he was in his element; he was having the best time he had had since leaving America. In the uniform of an officer of the American army he spoke in criticism of the Commander in Chief of that army, the President of the United States. The Bologna paper, I1 Resto del Carlino, reported the proceeding as follows: " E' un momento d 'incertezza, Qualcuno imprtca a Wilson e fischia. Altri protestano giustamente affermandi che non se deve confondere Wilson coi populo d' America. "E giustamente Ci resulta infatti che i rappresentanti a Bologna della Y. M. C. A. hanno a pertamente disappro- vato il contegno di Wilson. "I benimeriti dirigenti la sede Centrale di Bologna hanno publicamente cio dichiarato e itri, nei vestibolo dell' Hotel Regina il ritratto del Presidente e stato sos- tituito della prima pagina del Resto del Carlino nella qualle erano sottolineate le frasi salienti del Messaggio di Orlando e cancellati i punti del Missaggio di Wilson nei quali il Presidente si arroga di perlare in nome del populo degli Stati Uniti. 149 150 Seeing Italy at Mrs. O'Flannagan's Expense "Ma questo e ignorato dalla folla la quale continua a protestare. "Alle finestre si affacciano vari ufficiali e sventolano bandiere italiane; poi il maggiore Saylor accenna a parlare. "Si fa un gran silenzo. " I1 giovane ufficiale della Fratellanza americana grida: "Nessun Wilson potra togliere all'Italia il diritto al conseguimento del sou diritto al diritto che i tricolore italiano sventoli per sempre sulla Torre di Fiume. Io e i miei colleghi sentiama per Fiume lo stesso sentimento che provate voi, o cittadini di Bologna e d'Italia. Togli- ervi Fiume e una delle piu grandi barbarie del secolo. Non disperate; lasciate che Wilson rinsavisca! Fiume sara italiana! "E' fra un delirio di acclamezioni conclude gridando. "Viva Italia! Viva Fiume! Viva Orlando! Viva Soit- nino! Viva 1 'America! "Viva 1'America risponde la folla in una esplosioile di riconoscente entusiasmo. "Altri discorsi "Intanto la prima parte del corteo ritorna da piazza VIII Agos to e i dimostranti, aumentati ancora di numero ripetono le acclamazioni dinanzi alla sede della Fratel- lanza Americana. "Piazza Garibaldi e gremita. Intorno al monumento dell 'eroe si dispongono le banddiere e le rappresentanze e vengone pronunciati altri discorsi. "Parla per primo un vecchio garabaldino il quale af- forma che se continueranno le opposizione per Fiume an- dremo laggiu non col grigioverde ma con la camicia rossa e conclude mandando un caldo saluto al populo americano mentre impreca al tradimento di Wilson; poi segue Pietro "Y" Service Nenni che invita i cittadini americani graditi e amati ospiti di Bologna a far conoscere ei loro connazionali il vero sentimento del populo d'Italia la sua fermezza nei pretendere cio che gli spetta di diritto. In attesa che quella giustizia che ci nega Wilson-conclude-ci venga dal popolo della libera America, noi gridiamo; Guai a chi- tocco i tre colori della bandiera italiana. "Parla di nuovo, per ultimo, il maggiore Saylor, il quale ripete il sentimento suo e dei suoi colleghi concorde con quello dei populo italiano. Wilson-esclama-ha las- ciato il cervello in America; se non avvera in lui un rin- savimento dovra presto fare un triste ritorno pensando agli effetti disastrosi della sua megalomania! "Nuivi applausi scroscianti poi il corteo si ricompont e si avviva per via del Mille gli uffici del Giornale del Mattino. "Parla, applaudito, il college Lucchesi. Indi la folla si reca in via Galliera soffermandosi dinanzi al palazzo ove e la sede del Corpo d'Armata." The mob was appeased; peace was declared; the day was saved, and several of the Y. men fell on John Cal- houn's neck and wept tears of gratitude because he had saved their lives. There were quite a few Y secretaries scattered over Italy who vehemently disclaimed that John Calhoun spoke for them or their sentiments. Among this number was his brother-in-law, John Cornwall, and two trucu- lent and undiplomatic secretaries who had charge of the work with the Twenty-seventh Army Corps at Carpi. They sent a communication to General Antonio Di Giorgi in command of that corps; mailed a copy of this letter and one written Professor Black to the American Ambassador at Rome; and, so their position might be understood, addressed a communication to the paper fl 151 152 Seeing Italy at Mrs. O'Flannagan's Expense Resto Del Carlino, published at Bologna, which was com- mented upon by that paper as follows: "Il signor John Smith directore regionale della Y. M. C. A. ci scrive da Carpi che, pur avendo le maggior sim- patie per l'Italia e per iR suo glorioso esercito, non puo associarsi alle critiche fatte da alcuni membri della Y. M. C. A. di Bologna contro 1'opera di Wilson. "Come cittadino degli Stati Uniti indossante la divisa dell'esercito di cui il presidente Wilson e il capo-scrive iR Signor Smith-non faccio in Italia o altrove la critica della sue espressioni; se egli parla a nome della Nazione, io devo essere solidale con lui. "Alla protesta del signor Smith si assicia il senor E. R. Clarke, insegnante di educazione fisica presso la missione americana Y. M . C. A. "Diamo atto volentiere ai due egregi gentiluomi delle loro dichiarazioni, inspirate a uno scrupolo patriottico che altamente apprezziamo. "Non vorremmo pero con questo togliere valore all'- atteggiamento generosi di quei membri della benemerita associazione che nei giorni scorsi si associana spontanea- mente alla protesta del popolo italiano conitro la politica di Wilson, stimando che ogni libero cittadino possa, in ogni circo-stanza, apportamente esprimere un giudizio sullopera del proprio Governo senza rendersi colpevole d'indisciplina ne dar luogo a malevoli interpretazioni." The letter written to General Di Georgi was as fol- lows: "Carpi, Italy, April 26, 1919. "His Excellency, "General Antonio Di Giorgi: "I have been in the Y. M. C. A. service in Italy since September 28, 1918. I am fond of the people of Italy "Y" Service and at all times have been justly and fairly treated by them; and the officers and soldiers constituting her great army have been especially kind to me. "I have just had read to me from the journal I1 Resto del Carlino La Patria, addresses said to have been made by certain representatives of the Y. M. C. A. at Bologna. If they are correctly quoted, they do not express my views. "As a citizen of the United States, with President Wilson the head of the nation, I do not in Italy or else- where criticize his expressions. If he speaks for the nation, I am controlled by and concur in those statements. "Most respectfully and with sincere regret, I am, "John Smith. "N. B.-I concur in the sentiment expressed by Mr. Smith. "Edw. R. Clarke." On April 26th in an interview, after the delivery of his letter, Mr. Smith asked General Di Gorgi: "What would be the punishment of a soldier who criticized his king as John Calhoun had President Wilson." "Mr. Smith, you must excuse me from answering; I am not a politician, but a soldier." ( The general is con- sidered one of the most astute politicians in Italy.) A major who was present said: "We would turn his face to the wall and shoot him in the back." On April 28th Professor Black sailed for America on a three-months' vacation, a very inopportune time, as the Y work was in a chaotic state and his more than two hundred subalternate secretaries exposed to personal danger. General Treat, Commander of the American forces in Italy, after an investigation, ordered Saylor stripped of 153 154 Seeing Italy at Mrs. O'Flamnnagan's Expense his uniform, and he was sent home. Before he left Italy he was made a Cavaliere. His friends among the Italian officers, who had repeatedly enjoyed the hospitality of his Fiat, dubbed him "Sir Knight of the Highway." He returned by way of France and attended the first convention of the American Legion in Paris. He re- turned on an American transport with several thousand soldiers. As he looked at these boys he thought of the vast horde returning and how in less than ten years they would rule the nation, and the idea of pushing promi- nently into the organization of the Legion took deeper root in his brain. Aboard the transport he did not recount his adven- tures on the battlefields of Italy. He was fearful some officer having knowledge that his uniform had been taken from him, or having private instructions from General Treat, might question the value of his services in the determination of the World War. But when he reached Kentucky it would be a different proposition; he would be a rooster on his own dunghill. He remained a few days in New York and so managed as to make himself conspicuous as one of the founders of the Legion. When he reached home he was a zealous advocate against the League of Nations, and declared himself a political maverick until that issue was settled. It seemed to have been settled when he arrived at the conclusion that Morrow, the Republican candidate, would be elected Governor. Then he found time to discontinue his series of lec- tures on "Italy in the War" and stumped the Eighth District for Morrow-all the while having his eye on John Calhoun's tomorrow. "Y" Service One of his most interesting lectures was "Personal Experiences at the Battle of Vittorio Veneto," an extract from which follows: i I have heard and seen enough to know that it is to be the final great effort and to commence on October 24th, commemorative of the anniversary, and to wipe out the stain, of the Italian defeat at Caparetto. "For more than a month I have heard the monoto- nous, familiar, easily distinguished, never-to-be-forgotten sound of preparation-of the tramp of the feet of thou- sands of men and mules; of the rumble of the wheels of countless moving vans, guns and wagons going back and forth in apparent utter confusion from Tonale and Aprica passes down the valley from Edelo to new assignments, necessary in the organization of the attacking army of nearly a million men. "The front line extends from Stelvio Pass in the Ort- ler Alps along the then Italian-Austrian boundary to Tonale Pass to Lake Garda, thence a little south of Al- tissimo, Asiago, to Mt. Grappa, Corduna and along the Piave to the sea. " The initial plan of battle decided upon is to separate the Austrian forces in the Trentino from those on the Piave by a breach at the junction of the Fifth and Sixth Austrian armies. "In conformity with this plan the action was insti- tuted as scheduled by attacks by the Fourth army in the Grappa area, by the Tenth army on the Piave south of Vittorio, supplemented by attacks instituted by the Eighth and Twelfth armies and diversion raids by the Sixth army. The primary offensive covered the whole front from Asiago on the west to a point east on the Piave, a little east of south of Vittorio. 155 156 Seeing Italy at Mrs. O'Flannagan's Expense "Opposite the Tenth Austrian army were the Seventh and First Italian armies; opposite the Eleventh Austrian army was the Sixth and part of the Fourth Italian army. The Fourth and Twelfth Italian armies faced the Belluno Group, and the Eighth, Tenth and Third Italian armies were confronted by the Sixth and Fifth Austrian armies. " The Austrian force consisted of sixty-three divi- sions; thirty-nine on the front line, thirteen in the second and eleven in reserve. A total of 1,070,000 men and 7,500 guns and mortars. "The Italians had opposing this force fifty-one Ital- ian, three British, two French, one Czecho-Slovak divi- sions and the 332d American infantry regiment-a total of 912,000 men and 8,900 guns and mortars. " The forty-eighth British and the forty-second French divisions were with the Sixth army. General Earl of Cavan, commanding the British forces in Italy, was given the command of the Tenth army, which in- cluded the seventh and twenty-third British divisions, the twenty-third, thirty-third, thirty-seventh and fifty-sixth Italian divisions, the Como brigade and the 332d Amer- ican regiment, all of whom rendered very distinguished service. "By October 29th it was apparent, by reasons of breaches made in the Austrian lines and advances ef- fected, that a great victory by an aggressive policy was assured. "Beginning the night of the 30th, the enemy com- menced retiring under the protection of rear guard ac- tions. On the 31st the enemy's forces had collapsed on the Grappa front. The Eighth army had driven the enemy back into the Belluno valley and the way was open for advances to the Cadore, the Agordino and the Val Cismon. Opportunity was presented for a complete de- "Y" Service struction of the Austrian forces in the Trentino. Where- upon the whole Italian army by general orders issued on November 1st was directed to press down upon the Aus- trian army as a great, solid wave of men from the Ortler Alps to the sea. "The order was followed by the recapture of the Asiago Plateau, the occupation of Trent on November 2d, the advance of the Tenth army to Livenza, of the Eighth army to Belluno and of the Seventh and First armies to Riva. "Although the armistice between the Italians and the Austrians was signed in Trieste on the evening of No- vember 3d, the advance continued into the afternoon of the 4th. "When the fighting ceased there had been an advance occupation of territory by the Italians of approximately 3,500 square miles. More than 450,000 prisoners and 5,000 guns and mortars had been taken. "On November 3d an Italian force landed in Trieste, which city was occupied without opposition. "It was essentially an Italian victory won by Italian troops. "The result was the destruction of the great army of Austria-Hungary, the armistice and surrender of Aus- tria of November 3d and the hastening by weeks of the armistice of November 11th. "I have always felt that the British and French ap- propriated for themselves too much of this victory, won by the united efforts of a million men, mostly Italians. "An army or division engaged in one sector of a great battle is prone to take to itself more than its quota of the success from the united efforts of many divisions. A di- vision may be so placed as to bear the brunt of an offen- sive and by a stubborn, bloody stand stop a disastrous 157 158 Seeing Italy at Mrs. O'Flannagan's Expense defeat; but it takes many combined divisions fighting with equal valor and success under a great staff to put over a great offensive, such as was the battle of Vittorio Veneto; in result, at least, the greatest battle of the world. "After the battle the same noises and apparent con- fusion of the advance was repeated; of soldiers moving north by way of Tonale Pass to the front; now far in enemy country beyond the cities of Male, Cles and Bol- zano to Innsbruck; of prisoners, Austrian, Hungarian and German, taken south to labor in the fields of the plain of Lombardy, or even to the Riviera to work in the quarries and upon the roads on the foothills of the Apen- nines, overlooking the blue Mediterranean. "Many feel that the final, fatal stroke to the Central Powers was given by Italy when driving the Austrian army north and east, she took more than 450,000 pris- oners. More she might have had, but they were permit- ted to move on, a disheveled, discouraged host, witnesses to the Austrian and German people of a last, fatal defeat; they tramped northward self-stripped of all equipment as a half-drowned man might throw away his clothes, hoping to reach a distant shore. "After the battle, in which I took a prominent part, I followed behind these half-starved, half-naked soldiers, first a fleeing army, then a mighty horde of discouraged tramps, then corraled and organized and under guard. The road was pock-marked with shell holes, which were being filled by laboring soldiers, first with Austrian dead, then stones, then earth. The way was strewn with weapons and clothing and blankets and helmets and love tokens and overturned trucks and cannon and dead horses and dead men. "Y" Service "The weak and famished died by the roadside or gorged themselves on the dead artillery horses or those ridden to death by fleeing cavalry and officers. Their hunger appeased, many sat in the sun, naked to the waist ridding themselves of vermin or lay in exhausted stupor. The stench was as revolting as the picture. "Such was the panorama all the way from Tonale Pass east to Fucina, Male, Cles, Bolzano and south to Trent and Rovereto and along the Piave to the sea. "Now, if you will pardon personal allusions, I will tell you how I was wounded and how I obtained the Croce di Guerra. I-, etc. I-, etc." (We will omit the account.) As John Calhoun now called himself a Republican, his residence at Richmond in a congressional district nor- mally Democratic, did not suit his political ambitions; so in December, following Governor Morrow's election, he removed to Pineville in the Eleventh Congressional District, which was overwhelmingly Republican, and for a lawyer a better business location than Richmond. He built a very handsome, brick residence on one of the foothills of Pine Mountain overlooking the little, mountain city and the broad valley in the bend of the Cumberland. He felt satisfied that after a couple of years' residence in Pineville he could procure the nomination for CoII- gress, which was equivalent to an election. The change of residence he found perfectly satisfac- tory from every standpoint, but Mrs. Rosamond Clay Saylor was not satisfied. She closed one of their very common wrangles, and she usually closed such bouts, 159 160 Seeing Italy at Mrs. O'Flan-agan's Expense bv saving: "Well, John Calhoun, you have grown very arbitrary and headstrong since your experiences in the World War. I shall acquiesce since most of my time will be taken up on the lecture platform, advocating woman suffrage. I suppose I can find the place bearable during the heated term if you make yourself a little more agree- able. I wish I had married your brother-in-law, John Cornwall, when he asked me; he at least is a gentleman." John Cornwall Travels a-Bit and Returns Home 161 CHAPTER III. JOHN CORNWALL TRAVELS A BIT AND RETURNS HOME. I believe it is Victor Hugo who declares sixty the age of adventure. To the regret of many an adventurous soul past forty-five, this view was not shared by those organizing Uncle Sam's oversea fighting force, and these men, regardless of physical fitness, found their opportu- nities limited to camp-follower service in the capacity of Red Cross, K. C. or Y. M. C. A. worker. So John Cornwall, Y. M. C. A. worker, in due course arrived at Bologna and was assigned for service with the Seventh Italian army, located in the head of the V-al Camonica and holding the front line around Tonale Pass and Mt. Adamello, a glacier 11,700 feet high. This was hardly a satisfactory winter assignment, as fuel was scarce and the iev winds and Austrian guns kept him burrowed in the chiseled caverns of the dolo- mite peaks like a prairie dog in winter quarters until the first of November, when Tonale Pass, which had been in possession of the Austrians for several years. was crossed and the advance made into the Trentino, followed by the surrender of the Austrian armies and the Italian- Austrian armistice of November 34th. Then, after following the advancing army several (lays towards Innsbruck, he returned to Pontagna and a winter in the Alpine snow fields, where, above nine thou- san(l feet, you find the arctic ptarmigan and perpetual snow, where the telephone lines occasionally fail to funk'e- tion because under snows, anld the magnificent m1ountai11 roads approaching the passes ares closed for several nmonthls by deep snlows, despite a struggle to keeps opn a 162 Seeing Italy at Mrs. O'Flannagan's Expense narrow trail with snow plows on which, if you meet an- other vehicle, all hands shovel snow for an hour, making room to pass. There nothing was to be seen except snow and scenery and soldiers and guns and snow dogs. The Alt. Adamello snow or sled dogs are a cross be- tween the Canadian and Russian husky, big, white, woolly, impressive war veterans, snarling and snapping at one another and their keepers, barking little, knowing that silence is salvation. White and hard to see, they are sent between lines into territory where nothing living and seen can live. These dogs are allowed half the rations of a soldier; are marked with indelible ink on the pink skin inside the ear; and a pair, with apparent ease, draw a sled load of three hundred pounds. It would be hard to picture John's loneliness that winter. Though the officers and soldiers were most kind, he did not speak Italian and none of the officers in the mess to which he was assigned spoke English. At first he could not ask for a piece of bread; but the service was excellent and his wants were anticipated. Bearing in mind their example and kindness, he made up his mind alwavs to be kind to any foreigner he might meet when he returned home. He longed for someone to talk with; and when his work was done lie would walk out upon the mountain side ill the bright winter sunlight of those great heights and hold an imaginary conversation with his wife or little son, and comrne home whistling and happy. There were no books to read. He was left alone with his thoughts which, though sometimes sad and lonely, were never unhappy ones. These six months of silence John Cornwall Travels a Bit and Returns Home 163 and thought changed his disposition. He grew older in spirit. He acquired a habit of silence he never outgrew; of introspective reflection, such as the old have who sit silently in the chimney corner. In early March, he received word of the death of his mother. He was not surprised, and, though he loved her very much, was not overly grieved by it. She had led a useful, unselfish, happy life; she was old and for several years had been losing her vitality without apparent pain. Her life had been a peaceful one; she expected the peace of the righteous after death; she believed those of her family she left behind would be happy. John looked upon her going as a vanishing from sight merely. She seemed in an adjoining room or near place; a little too far away to see or hear, but near enough to feel her presence and love. Just when it seemed that winter was the perpetual season, when his fingers were swollen and discolored by the cold and he had forgotten how it felt to be warm unless in bed or shoveling snow, the valley below took on emerald tints and the snow line crept up the mountain. Then John thought, "the hill country will be fine this summer;" but he was told to come out of his domolite burrow and dwell in a tent with the Arabs in Tripolitania for the summer. A place so near the equator that his shadow at noon was hid by a none too prominent stomach; where the thermometer feels comfortable and perfectly at home at 130 in the shade and where the snow dogs of his winter home were replaced by the camel, the only re- liable conveyance in the summer. The Bedouin, the Tuaregs and some of the blacks, ride the camel with ease and dignity; but an Englishman, Ital- ian or American on a camel looks and feels wholly out 164 Seding Italy at Mrs. O'Flannagan's Expense of place, and at the end of a day's journey is an object of pity and a subject for soothing lotions. The impression that John Cornwall formed of Tripoli was that it was a vastly over-crowded city, due to a host of visiting and trading natives and the more than ten thousand soldiers, at that time, quartered in the city. The blue Mediterranean, the white beach, the bril- liancy of the sun, the palm trees and the crescent city, in the main of cement or plaster buildings, with flat or beehive roofs, all white except an occasional red or green tiled one, merely emphasizing by contrast the uniformity of the building color; make an interesting picture. The vareties of nationality, costume and color are striking in the extreme. Here are seen men and women, white, brown, vellow, black and shades and combinations of two or all. Here are youthful forms, graceful and like living bits of ebony or bronze; antiques weather- worn and wind-dried, who when asleep upon the sidewalk, which is quite the custom, look like recently disentombed mummies; old and wrinkled women with hair dyed a bril- liant red; Italian soldiers in the national green uniform; native or colonial troops in khaki; some native regiments and police in vivid blue or brown with red fez topped with a huge yellow tassel; beggars and children with little more than a breech cloth; women with faces covered and breasts and limbs uncovered; women wrapped as ghosts, with just the feet showing and one eye peeping and twinkling, encircled about the middle with many folds of cloth; the medicine or dance man in his costume of rags, crane heads and feathers, with a girdle of jang- ling tin anrl bones, his little drum with curved sticks, his dance and music the eonvulsions and noises of a stupid beggar; and many, very many, blind;-who seem to have John Cornwall Travels a Bit and Returns Home 165 no home but the sidewalk, where vou see them asleep at any time, day or night, waiting in darkness for alms and the judgment day. A certain sect shave the head and grow a crown lock, Chinaman style, except it is unplatted. The blessed dead must not be defiled by the hands of the living, so the lock is left to handle the corpse. The chief business is fighting. The chief export, a desert grass used in the manufacture of a fine paper. Business is stagnant, as the war between the Italians and the Arabs shifted barter bv caravan with the interior to the British colony on the east and the French on the west. Each trade or business is segregated or localized. The jewelers, an apparently thrifty lot and mostly Turk- ish Jews, are bunched on a street near one of the hotels. The meat market is quite interesting if you can stand the smell. The natives eat the whole carcass. The milkman, morning and evening, calls at the door of his customer with his goods in the original package. The goats are more docile and better behaved than the children. They stand and deliver the quantity demanded. There is neither chance for nor great economy in adul- teration-water is too scarce. It is brought to the city mule-back in porous jars. You can have your milk from the black, white or brown nanny as desired. A goat is a respected member of the family and his odor by com- parison not offensive. Never after four months in Tripolitania did .John laugh at the Englishman who earried his tub with him. He is an experienced traveler and knows what he is about- A old Imath cost John 1.50. The Bedouins and Txmregs are proud, aristocratic, heroic-looking people; but they 166 Seeing Italy at Mrs. O'Flannmagan's Expense bathe in the sand much as a mother hen dusts herself in a neighbor's flower bed. John Cornwall was forced to go fifty miles south of Tripoli to Azizia in the desert, where he found the ther- mometer 130 in the shade. At another time when he went to Zavia, he found six had recently died of the bu- bonic plague. In this land of heat, of blindness, of leprosy, of flies, of fleas and sandstorms, where the sun goes down red as the wounds of the slain, he was required as region- al director of a district seven hundred bv sixtv miles to visit some thirty case del soldato, (houses of the soldier) in any manner the gods of opportunity presented. It was necessary to get something that beat the coast line vessels, which with oriental slowness and uncertainty of schedule visited the coast hamlets. A mule would not answer; a truck was furnished by the army but al- most impossible; a camel was too hard on the backbone; besides at certain seasons they are vicious as a Hun and unless muzzled will snatch your arm in their strong jaws and snap it as a clap pipe stem. In this land of rugs, where is the magic carpet Why an army Caproni-and the Italian army, until the Fiume question arose, refused nothing to an American. So John went to the Governo della Tripolitania Stato Ma'gi- ore and was given a general permit to make his trips from Tripoli to Homs and Zaara in the Caproni mail plane. The mail to Homs is carried on Wednesday and that to Zuara on Saturday. The planes are more than twenty meters from tip to tip and can ascend to six thousand meters; they are 18 cylinder, 450 horsepower with three complete engines, either of which is sufficient to operate John Cornwall Travels a Bit and Returns Home 167 a machine in case of accident. Then, the cost of build- ing such a machine was approximately 16,(000.01). They carry two thousand pounds of mail matter or explosives or ten men. The seat John occupied was in the very bow. When occupying this seat the pressure of the wind from the speed of flying is quite a strain on the neck, chest and back. Your head wvill be twisted as thou-h. wrenched by strong invisible hands, your back grows tender from pressure on the back rail and must be rested by leaning forward with your head adjusted at a certain angle with the wind. The distance from the aviation field near Tripoli to Homs is 110 kilometers and is usually made in fifty minutes. It takes seven hours by steamer. The steamer follows no schedule and may return in a few days or sail on to Genoa or Syracuse or Bengasi. The plane route in general follows the shore line. The blue Mediterranean from two thousand meters above is not blue but black. You can see to quite a depth and where the bottom is distinct the white sand looks blue and not the water. The colors do not blend-the inkv black deep water, the blue shallows, the brown desert, with rare patches of white rectangular houses and the green oases of corn, alfalfa and palm trees. The palms, almost the only trees, look like inverted green feather dusters. And so, on to the aviation field near the magnificent ruins of ancient Lebna. The extent of these ruins, great arches, portals and columns of marble, porphvry and cut stone overlooking the sea, though half buried by sand dunes, presents conclusive evidence of a former populous and magnificent city. In the morning, when they expected to return to Tn- 168 Seeing Italy at Mrs. O'Flannagan's Expense poli, a heavy fog drifting from the southwest rested over the sea, and though conditions were not ideal, they started home. The fog, far below, covering the sea as far as vision reached, looked like an immense broken billowy ice field, or millions of big powder puffs jammed together in an immense plain. Following the distinguishable shore line they came within fifteen miles of Tripoli where the fog, with dangerous perverseness, extended far into the desert. Earth passed out of sight and they were in a private world of much space and no substance, as might have been before land and sea were formed. Far below on the cloud-like surface of the fog a circular rainbow preceded them and when the operators, thinking the camp near, descending, drew near the fog, in the white center of the rainbow-circle, ghost-like, appeared a per- fect silhouette of their airplane. Then through the fog, as cold as a winter mist, they came in sight of earth; much too close for comfort, where a little dip or swerve might land them in the palm tops, and the edge of the landing field a quarter of a mile to the right, then up into the fog again and to a safe landing. On a day in July, they started for Zuara at six o'clock in the morning; and the higher up they went the hotter it grew. The operators, returning to camp, refused to make the trip as the thermometer registered 60 centi- grade at five hundred meters, stating a ghibli was raging at a higher altitude. Five hours later Tripoli and the whole desert country south, suddenly and without warn- ing, became a blast furnace of heat and a place of dust and torture. Those familiar with the hot winds which at times devastate the crops and make life miserable southwest John Cornwall Travels a Bit and Returns Home 169 of the one hundredth meridian in Oklahoma and Texas would consider them the cool breeze of a summer twilight in comparison with the ghibli or Saharah sandstorm. Some writer tells that "a geologist has estimated that a single windstorm across the Saharah once carried near- ly 2,000,000 tons of dust from Africa and deposited it over Italy, Austria, France and Germany." At the end of four months spent in Tripolitania, John Cornwall's contract for a year's service with the Y ex- pired and he asked for transportation to America. He made the trip across the sea from Tripoli to Syracuse, from Syracuse to Bologna by rail except across the strait of Messina, and then in a day or so to Genoa, where he took passage on the Giuseppi Verdi for America. As he journeyed second-class, which was the way the Y men were sent home, his fellow-passengers were in the main Italians on their way to labor in the vineyards and orchards of California. While he spoke Italian, it was too laborious and incomplete for general conversation. He had mueh time to study the ways of the sea, and the infrequent ships they passed were cause for reflection. He thought how trite from use and yet how true, truer than any of us even dream, is the comparison that life is a great sea and we who journey through, as ships, that at distant intervals dot the surface. A ship at sea, as life to many, appears a lonely and desolate thing. How much room there is for ships, more ships, bigger ships, for great convoys of ships, yet ships as a rule travel alone and not in convoys. What of the ships Just now, there is passing a corporation-owned oil tanker, greasy and uninteresting. Yesterday we passed several scheduled freighters, carrying fixed cargoes to 170 Seeing Italy at Mrs. O'Flanneagan's Expense fixed ports; the day before a passenger liner, sailing by the clock, in Naples or New York on Friday, pouring out its never-ending tide of those going and returning. But let us not waste time or thought on commercial or mercenary craft. Here is not interest or adventure or much real return on the investment, unless your aim in life is to die merely a sea captain or a ship owner. Let us cruise where the currents are strong, where the rocks are dangerous; in the frozen North or in sight of coral island or low beach and palm trees, where there is an uncertainty of return in gold, but a wealth of interest and adventure and experience. The coral islands and the palm groves in this great sea are not in the South Pacific; nor the ice floes north or south of a certain degree; nor the swift currents and dangerous rocks near some inhospitable shore, but at home; and the ships that pass are our companions. And the ships of interest are the barks that sail as fancy whispers in the chart room or the tramp trader, at Sidney today, tomorrow at Malta, or the derelict. And who would not rather hear and know the story of such a vessel and voyage than smell the oil of the tanker or hear from daybreak to midnight the victrola, the piano and the chit-chat of the passenger liner. And, strange to tell, most of us when on a most won- derful cruise with everything within reach, though out of sight, because we jab our eyes sightless wiping the tears away, bewail our luck, saying: "See I a dog There's ne'er a stone to throw! Or stone Tere's ne'er a dog to hit I trow ! Or if at once both stone and dog I view, It is the King's dog! Damn! What can I do" John Cornwall Travels a Bit and Returns Home 171 Home again! John finds the boy two inches taller and Mary as fair to look upon as when first he married her. The house is just the same, except Mary has taken down the framed needle-work done by his mother which hung over the living-room door. He asks that it be replaced. When John and you were boys, back in the eighties, on the wall of the living-room of many a Kentucky home, was found mother's handwriting on the wall, done in colored worsted or silk: "God Bless Our Home"; this her work went to the attic or the ash heap. These moth- ers are no longer of this earth. After many months in "a far country," John under- stands as never before, the sort of home that mother made and what that sentence meant to her. We have dug out the old brass candlesticks and the old tester bed; would we might find the old, framed needle-work and see again mother's handwriting on the wall. 172 Seeing Italy at Mrs. O'Flannagan's Expense CHAPTER IV. Two CANDIDATES. At the close of the April term, 1923, Judge Finch, member of the Court of Appeals from the Seventh Dis- trict, resigned. John Cornwall, though the district was overwhelm- ingly Republican, was persuaded by the State organiza- tion to make the race as the Democratic candidate. Not that he was expected to win, but, being a strong man, it was thought his name on the ticket would cut down the Republican majority of the district and thus help the Democratic candidate for Governor and the rest of the State ticket. Mrs. Rosamond Clay Saylor, at home for the summer, read his announcement in the Pineville Messenger. When her husband came home she met him on the porch. "I see John Cornwall is a candidate for Judge of the Court of Appeals." "Yes, I knew that several days ago. He would make a good judge, but has no chance in this district. I'll have to vote for him and speak and work for the Repub- lican ticket in some other section of the State." "You will do nothing of the sort. You will make the race against him. Think what an opportunity you would have while on the bench at Frankfort to electioneer as a candidate for Governor in 1927. That is the way Judge Singer worked it when he was nominated and elected. Besides, the woman's suffrage organization wants a judge they can trust, and as long as you are married to me they can trust you. " Two Candidates "But I want to run for Congress next year in this district." "Can't you see further than the end of your nose. You have been in Congress; there's nothing in that for you. You better let that drop. If you listen to me you will be elected Governor in 1927 if the Republicans win." "But John is my brother-in-law; he's a much better lawyer and would make a good judge." "When did they begin electing good lawyers as Judges of the Court of Appeals You are standard judi- cial timber. And when did you develop such a senti- mental family streak You have not been to see your mother since you returned from Italy in 1919. " "Well, I will go down to Louisville and see what Searcy Chilton has to say about it. Let's have dinner." Several days later he called on Searcy Chilton. After waiting a short while he was admitted to his private office. "Well! Hello Saylor! When did you get in What do you want How are things going in the Elev- enth this fall We must have thirty-five thousand in that district." "I want the nomination for Judge of the Court of Appeals in the Seventh District." " Against your brother-in-law " "Yes, he didn't consult me before he announced." "You are too late. We have promised that to Judge Kash; though from the way he's shelling out, he had better change his name to Judge Tight Wad. Your nomination would hold some votes which otherwise Corn- wall would swing for the State ticket. How do you stand with the miners If I give you the nomination what will you do for the State ticket" 17:3 174 Seeing Italy at Mrs. O'Flannagan's Expense "I will give five thousand dollars and finance my own campaign. I'm all right with the miners, if I do say so myself." "Well, I will think about it and if my answer is favor- able your announcement will be in the Sunday Post. If you see the announcement bring me down that five thou- sand in cash next week. I want no checks. No one need know what is spent this year. Goodbye. Call again when you come to town." "In the Sunday Post Colonel Saylor read an excel- lent biography of himself, coupled with a declaration that he was a candidate for Judge of the Court of Appeals in the Seventh District, and was said to have the back- ing of the Republican State organization. Though, when Mr. Searcv Chilton was called up and asked, he stated; "The organization has adopted an unbreakable policy of hands off in the district and local races." In due course, Colonel Saylor and John Cornwall were each nominated and entered upon an active cam- paign of the twenty-seven counties of the district. In the beginning of the campaign it looked as though Colonel Saylor would be overwhelmingly elected. While nine-tenths of the lawyers favored Cornwall's election, Mrs. Rosamond Clay Saylor was making an active can- vass and lining up the women in her husband's behalf; Luigi Poggi and several other miners were organizing Saylor clubs among the miners; and a majority of the American Legion, of course, favored the election of one of their charter members. Slowly sentiment began to shift in favor of Cornwall. Some of the members of the Legion insisted that Colonel Savlor as a candidate was using his connection with their organization too strongly. He made an egregious Two Candidates blunder in an address to the Clear Creek miners and when his speech was reported he lost many votes. Some of the lawyers in the face of his almost certain election, knowing that after his qualification, he would even scores with them, charged that he was unfit for the place; and that the politicians of the State would no longer permit a good lawyer to be elected Judge of that court. Colonel Craddock, a retired lawyer of the local bar at Pineville, and eighty-three years old, published a state- ment in opposition to Saylor's candidacy. He said in part; "Though an old man I am not a worshiper of ancient- ism. I think I can give to present-day men credit where credit is due. But when you are old and experience has taught you that no one is infallible and that every one at times is weak and therefore you should judge your neighbor compassionately, it has also given you the power to discriminate between the false and the true and to see through the shams of life with accurate in- sight. "Excercising this faculty which comes with the loss of others, as the sense of touch is developed in the blind, and guided by it, though a Republican, I am forced to oppose the candidacy of J. C. Saylor as Judge of the Court of Appeals and advocate that of his opponent John Cornwall, a Democrat. " In the election of a Judge, the standard of measure- ment of the conscientious voter should be one of fitness only. "Shall not the Judge do right And how can he do right if he is a crook " Shall not the Judge interpret the law with wisdom 175 176 Seeing Italy at Mrs. O'Flannagan's Expense and understanding And how can he do that if he is a fool "Shall not the Judge be free And how can a cow- ard or a tool, worn blunt in crooked service, be free or cut straight and true "What an execration when a Judge is a Jeffries and what a benediction when he is a Marshall or a White. "A Judge's mind must be open to argument and he must have power to discern between the false and the true. "The Lord, the First and Last Judge, alone will be able to set some judgments straight and straighten some judges. He in majesty and power upholds the law, which is never broken. It is man who is broken bv the law. "The great curse of Kentucky is that many of her Judges belong to that very common species of Judge. Judex apiarius. Their capacity for hearing the facts and declaring the right is blurred by the buzz of the bee of political aspiration and self-interest. "A Judge who belongs to this species can usually be classed as of the family Judex timidus,-those whose ears are so great that they can never lift them from the ground, and when a mosquito hums in Covington their dreams of peace are disturbed in Frankfort. "They are the secret enemies of the law's certainty and stability. Their decisions shift with the tide of popu- lar opinion. They wash their hands like Pilate (not al- ways to cleanliness) and permit the crucifixion. "A year or so ago, Chief Justice Grinder, in an ad- dress before a men's Bible class, declared that the Court of Appeals upon an appeal to it would have reversed the Sanhedrin. There are more than several lawyers in this State, who, knowing the members of that court, have Two Candidates grave doubts about it, had that court sat in Jerusalem and the appeal been prosecuted A. D. 30. "Savlor is worse. He would make a judicial tool. Judicial tools have generally been in politics for a number of years and, preceding their judicial service, a member of the legislature for several terms, like Saylor, where they are first tried out. This judge expects one day to be Governor and is willing to do any thing to further his political ambitions. By some hook or crook or pull he succeeded in obtaining his license to practice law and since has appeared in court occasionally; gener- ally when a jury was to be influenced. "He is more or less a wanderer and, when he changes his residence, changes his politics and votes with the majority. He is usually a candidate for office and spends more time on the street than in his office. "He is a mere pawn on the political chess-board and his master occasionally has him elected to office. Then the master tells him how to decide, not all, but certain cases. "His opinions are generally misstatements of the facts presented by the record and never mention an authority cited by counsel opposing his master's decree. His references are not complimentary to such counsel, his purpose being to make him appear ridiculous and to forestall all hope for modification by a petition for re- hearing, because it is barely possible that another judge may then read the record, though it is not considered judicial etiquette to do so. "He being the only judge who has read the record, is careful to so state the facts in the consultation room as to meet with no dissent from his colleagues or to make them curious about the record. 177 178 Seeing Italy at Mrs. O'Flann-agan's Expense " All of these demerits Saylor has in full measure. He is known to all of you. He lives in this county and the county is none the better for it. He defends every bootlegger and crook that is indicted and they will vote for him as they respond to his demands when they are chosen for jury service, which is entirely too frequent for the administration of justice. "Thirky years ago no man of his reputation and lim- ited capacity would have dared run for this high office. Now it is another thing. If elected he will find some of his associates not much better qualified, so far as knowl- edge of the law is concerned. Instead of being learned in the law they are politicians, who know their district and how to fool the people. "Conditions force comparisons. Until the Civil War, opinions rendered by the Court of Appeals were quoted and cited with respect in every State of the nation. The Court since in personnel has deteriorated. Its opinions are captious, partisan, uninspired oracles, which perforce decide the case in hand; but as an authority for future reference, so far as the reasons given are concerned, are mere chit-chat. "When I was young, and began the practice of law, there were lawyers at the bar in this State and real Judges occupied the bench. There was Clay and Critten- den and Judge Robinson and Judge Underwood. Now who have we Such lawyers as John Calhoun Saylor and such judges as Saylor will make when elected;- The Lord save us!" . At the November election Colonel Saylor was elected; but by a very small majority. He ran more than five thousand votes behind the head of the ticket, and in a Two Candidates 179 district where little scratching is done. The State ticket pulled him through. When the returns came in Searcy Chilton, comment- ing on the race, concluded his remarks by saying; "Next time we must throw that Jonah overboard." A day or two before he qualified, Judge Savlor came to Frankfort and visited the courtroom a few minutes after adjournment; he even went up and tried the chair of the Chief Justice, and found the seat was none too large. No one was present but Jake, the negro janitor. "Jake, what do the lawyers and judges have to say about my election I" " They don't say nothin, Boss; they jest laff." This page in the original text is blank. NIRVANA. We are told that at one time the British Isles were connected with the mainland of Europe; that Italy was at least within sight of the African coast; and that west- ward from Gibraltar, there was a continent which ulti- mately sank beneath the waves, leaving isolated moun- tain peaks, now islands and shoals, to mark its submerged position. The Egyptian priesthood told Solon of the greatness of the civilization of this submerged land, Atlantis or Kami, even then, as of an ancient past; and Homer, Hor- ace and Plato have whispered of its greatness. The soul of one of its ancient inhabitants, vet wander- ing upon this earth, may through transmigration have become in part your own, and you, in reverie at odd hours and in company with it, live again a few scenes of those old days. . . Near Winchester, Kentucky, driving out the Lexing- ton turnpike you pass an old brick farmhouse of ante-bel- lum days; flanked on the one side by -an old stone spring- house under two spreading elms and on the other by a large tobacco barn that looks extremely modern and out of place. Behind the house is an orchard of ancient apple and pear trees, all dead at the top, a negro cabin beside which are two black heart cherry trees, higher than the farmhouse and more than three feet through; and yet further back, hemp and tobacco fields and a wood- Nirvana land pasture of oak and walnut trees. At least this was a description of my home thirty years ago. I had just graduated from Center College, and having in mind to practice law in Lexington, had during the summer formed the habit of going down to the spring- house and under the shade of its eaves and the overhang- ing elms, sit and read Kent's Commentaries. A negro family lived in the cabin, Mose Hunter, his wife and boy. Mose was as black as they grow them in Kentucky; but his wife was the color of my old volumes of Kent and had build and features which fixed the country of her ancestry in northern Africa and seemed to identifv her as a desert Berber. Mose worked on the farm, his wife was cook at the farmhouse, and the boy, who was said to be half imbecile, was as harmless and shy as a ground robin. I do not know of his ever hav- ing gone off the place. He was probably fourteen, had never been to school, and wandered about like a lost turkey hen. We could depend upon him to pick up the apples, feed the cider mill, water the stock, gather the eggs and feed the pigs and chickens. The boy had the habit of coming to the springhouse and taking a nap each day on the milk crock bench, which had been discarded since we had bought our new refrig- erator. Every warm summer afternoon about three o'clock, he would run down the path, dodge behind a tree out of sight, if his mother happened to step out of the kitchen door, and slipping into the springhouse, lie down and sleep quietly in its cool moist shade for a quarter of an hour; then, still asleep, sit up and in a startled way, talk earnestly for some time, his features transformed by a look of tragic intelligence, which they did not possess at other times. Then he would lie down again and after 182 Nirvaa1 a few minutes quiet sleep, awake and return to the cabin. His speech did not disturb me; his voice was low, though tense, and his words unintelligible. Gradually his murmurings became a familiar sound, as the call of the lark from the pasture gatepost. Finally I noticed that he spoke in an apparently strange tongue and even mentioned time and again names given in my ancient atlas. Many times he used the words, pehu, Kami, Theni, horshesu, hik, nut, tash, hesoph, and un. I wrote Professor Fales of Danville about this time, sending him a small box of crinoids, and casually men- tioned the boy and his strange habit, writing out the above list of words, with others, that he habitually re- peated. He wrote back that the words were Egyptian or a kindred Hamite tongue. Consulting the college library, he had discovered that the ancient Egyptian name for Atlantis was Kami. That Theni was the name of a very ancient prehistoric city, its location unknown. That pehu meant an overflowed land; un, uncultivated land; and the word tash, tribe; the others he was unable to translate. He suggested that I find out from the boy's mother where she or her people were from; get a stenographer at Winchester to come out and make careful notes of his murmurings; and when made send a copy to him and one to , a lawyer at Covington, who was an antiquarian and an Egyptologist. The next day after the receipt of the letter I went to Winchester and inquired at the courthouse for the official stenographer. I learned, as all courts in the dis- trict were adjourned for the summer, he had gone to 18,3 Nirvana Atlantic City for the month. So I went to Judge Buck- ner's office and borrowed his stenographer. The Judge said the season was dull and except on county court day he could spare the girl for an hour or two almost any afternoon. He also asked if my father still had on hand that half barrel of Old Mock. The next afternoon when I went for the girl I brought the Judge a gallon jug of Dad's Old Mock, telling the folks I was taking him some cider. When we returned, we found the boy asleep in the springhouse, but within five minutes of our arrival he sat up and went through the regular program. AVfter he had talked for some time, he laid down and resumed his quiet slumber. This program was repeated the next day except the girl brought out a slate and succeeded in making the boy write or draw upon it characters which were strange to us, and which he wrote from right to left with great ease, though he could not write his name. The writings on the slate the stenographer carefully copied and after transcribing her notes gave me the copies, one of which I sent to Professor Fales, who for- warded it to his learned friend at Covington. He not onlv wrote but telegraphed for more. Twice again the boy's words were taken down and twice he wrote again upon the slate. We might with patience and quiet have gotten a complete history of a generation of prehistoric people, but my mother, who still looked upon me as a young boy incapable of caring for himself in the company of a dlesigning female person, and having noted our regular visits to the springhouse, rushed down unannounced with the boy's mother. The two made such a racket when they came in they 184 awoke the boy, who dropped the slate. He never again came to the springhouse to sleep; and though afterwards I sat many hours by his bedside in the cabin, he never again uttered a strange or unusual sound until just before his death, which occurred in the fall. In the earlv fall his father and mother visited a negro family who had a child ill with scarlet fever. Within two weeks their own boy was taken with the same illness and a few days thereafter died. Shortly before his death I went into the cabin and found him raving in the strange tongue. He had been born on the place. I felt too sad to be curious or to go for the stenographer. but I remember very distinctly the sounds of the last few words he uttered, which were twice repeated. These I wrote down and sent away. I found the translation of the words was; "After a brief bird life I shall find Nir- vana. " In a talk with his mother, which occurred some time before his death, she stated that it was a rare thing he ever talked in his sleep and then only used the most common expressions. She told me her mother was born west of Timbuctu, belonged to a Berber tribe, and had been taken prisoner and sold to slave dealers of the west African coast. Several weeks after the boy's death I received from Professor Fales a liberal translation of the boy's talk and writings, which at the suggestion of the professor and his friend I have kept a secret, as neither of us be- lieved in transmigration, or desired to figure as in any sense encouraging such an outrageously absurd belief. The translator and professor are both dead and I suppose their copies have been destroyed. I give mine to the public as a spooky flight of fancy unworthy of be- Nirvana 185 186 Nirvan-a lief, aware that this declaration will cause a few half- crazly people to believe the tale is true. THE TRANSLATION. The city of Theni is the capital of Kami. The western and southern coast of Kami and the interior countrv to the central range is a pleasant land, where palm trees of many kinds grow and there is much tropical verdure because on these coasts there is a constant current of warm water, which comes through an untraveled sea lying west and south of us, and in which float endless paths of sargassum. To the north and east beyond the central range, as also the land northeast of us across the sea, are barren wastes of ice and snow. It has not always been so. Our records show that centuries ago the whole land was as the south and west coast country, but each year the fields of ice swallow more and more of our sweet and fertile land, until now we have but little space for our teeming population and each year less and less to eat. On the top of a mountain south of our city dwell a few strange people with a strange faith and who keep to themselves. For years they have been building a great ship well up the mountain side. They are directed and encouraged in this useless labor by a prophet who tells of the early destruction of our land by ice and water. I visited the place recently; the great ship is nearly completed and they are beginning to sheet the hull with copper to protect it from ice floes. For three nights past my sleep has been disturbed by strange, wild dreams. I see the warm ocean currents which wash our shores, shifted westward by some strange The Translation freak of nature, and a land far north of us, now ice and snow, turned into greenland; while our whole land is enshrouded in death dealing cold and ice and snow and preceding this, the waters creep up and engulf our city. The mountain on which the great ship rests sinks down to meet the rising waters and the ship sails off to the southeast, leaving us helpless victims to be engulfed by the rising waters or frozen by the creeping, numbing cold, or smothered under mountains of ice and snow. How long before this shall be I do not know. I have told my dream to Nefert, the best beloved of my wives, and we have agreed to prepare against the portent of such catastrophes. We have too many idle, too many to feed; it were better were our population reduced one-half. We will gather all the provisions of the land into great warehouses, and only those shall eat who labor to build our great pyramid, within which the chosen shall find refuge from the rising waters and the destructive cold. When the pyramid is completed, we shall store it with great quantities. of grain and fuel and textiles to last for years; and as the waters rise, if they shall cover the eminence on which we shall built it, which seems impos- sible, we shall ascend from the lower to the upper chambers. On the morrow we will begin our preparations, which will not be wasted, though the flood and cold come not, as it will make for us a most pretentious tomb. I shall send a great force to gather grain and other foodstuffs, another to collect fuel, others still shall be put to work to weave heavy woolen textiles. Five thou- sand shall quarry stone for the pyramid of Thenii, which 187 Nirvana shall be built upon the highest mountain near our city. Thirty thousand shall drag and carry great stones from the quarries to the site and fifteen thousand more shall shape and place the stones. Twelve thousand shall act as guards and task masters, to see that the work is done and speedily. I shall tell the pyramid is for my tomb and until my death to be used as a great storage warehouse; else the people may grow frightened and desperate. They have not yet learned to fear storage plants. Those of the people who are too old or too young to labor shall die. Dimly discernible from the city is the central high mountain range, extending from the eastern coast far to the northwest and there ending in a rugged promon- tory, jutting out into a frozen sea. The country across these mountains, and even to their snow-capped, fog-bannered peaks, is a land of ice and snow, destitute of all life, except a few wild and hardy white-clothed birds and beasts. Even from the moun- tain peaks you may see the spires and walls of an ice- encased, long dead city. Near the city is a lesser range, upon which to their very tops grow dense groves of palm and other fern-like trees. In the shelter of these groves are many villas of the rich. Upon the highest of this range and near our granite quarries I have decided to build the pyramid. The task of building, beginning today, will be pushed with the utmost speed. The road leading from the city to the top and from the quarries we broadened and regraded. The site was cleared and leveled and the basal walls, six hundred and eighty feet square, started. The height is to be three 188 The Translation hundred and fifty feet and the wall angle is approximate- ly forty-seven degrees. During the building there was much sickness and many deaths from starvation and hardship, for all of which I was held responsible, and until the laboring peo- ple swore at and called me Santa, The Terrible. Each day the pyramid grew in size; and each night seemed slightly colder than the one preceding it. It was reported that the snow on the distant mountain peaks was deeper than ever before. We now used the lower stories of the pyramid as a storeroom for fuel and grain and were forced constantly to maintain a heavy guard to keep the half-starved pop- ulace from stealing our supplies. I had executed more than a dozen who were caught attempting to steal food stored for their betters. The warm ocean current shifted to the west. The sun was overcast by clouds. The earth trembled. The snow line crept down the mountain range. The land seemed slowly sinking into the sea. The people shook from fear and cold. It was necessary to push the work, and, in their terror and to satisfy their hunger, the whole population labored on the pyramid. One night, when the pyramid was three hundred feet high, a light snow, the first, covered pyramid mountain. A few weeks later there was another and the next morn- ing there was thin ice. A swift-running mountain river separated pyramid mountain and the city of Theni from the foothills of the distant range. Gradually the current disappeared. The river became a salt lake, then a bay of the great west- ern sea. 189 Nirvana One night there was an earthquake, in which we feared for the destruction of the pyramid, and in which a number of the houses of the city toppled over on their occupants. In the morning it was observed that the mountain on which the prophet's people lived had settled until the place where the ship rested was but a few feet above the level of our new sea. The mountain on which our pyramid had been constructed and the adjacent plain on which the city was built had risen materially in alti- tude; at least such seemed to be the case. Within ten days the ship rode at anchor. Then I knew that my gods had been good to me and had truly warned so I might make preparation. I determined on the morrow to seize the ship and retain it for my own use. All owners of boats had long since fled the land. The next morning when I awoke the ship was a distant speck upon the growing ocean. It seemed the gods of some few others were caring for them also. The pyramid now was about completed and not hav- ing provisions for all, though we of the palace stinted not ourselves, having plenty for years, I directed the guards to issue only half rations to the people. They died by hundreds and were cast from the cliffs into the cold waters of the sea. Noticing that great crowds gathered in the city and that they wept and swore and encouraged one another to assault the palace and tear their ruler to pieces, I thought it best to desert the palace and take possession of the pyramid, which was full of provisions, and had a guard of several thousand soldiers. So we of the palace, some hundred persons, with a guard of more than three hundred, moved into the pyra- mid; and, with the stones prepared for that purpose, 190 The Translation closed the entrance hall with fifty feet of solid masonry, telling the soldiers outside that we would feed them from our supplies, which we had no intention of doing, except as they might be of use. How easy it is to fool the common people. That night it stormed and sleet and snow made the outer pyramid a thing of milky glass. The half-naked, half-starved people came by thou- sands, and holding out their hands in supplication, begged for bread. But we, sheltered and fed and clothed and sitting by our fires, had no thought for and took no risk for others. The pyramid in the winter sunlight, with its coating of milk-white ice, seemed an immense half-buried dia- mond; and we within its heart were not more considerate of the starving, surging mass at its base. Through the narrow slit-like ventilators, we heard in the afternoon the sound of strife; and, climbing to the flat top, where there was a walled-in area about twenty feet square, looked down upon the soldiers struggling with and slaughtering the half-armed, starving, shiver- ing populace. For sport, not caring whether they killed soldiers or subjects, I had some of our guard bring a quantity of unused granite blocks about two feet square and slide them down the ice-smooth surface into the seething mass below. After watching for some time, though clothed in a heavy woolen gown, I grew cold and tired of the sport and went below to the feast, the music and the dance. There I sat with Nefert and two other queens, not less beautiful. One of the guards from the pinnacle came down and reported that the soldiers had ceased fighting the popu- 191 Nirvan-a lace and, joining cause with them, were attempting to scale the pyramid by cutting steps in the icy surface. So again I went above and Nefert went with me. Our guards collected small stone blocks and with them bowled off our desperate, slowly-climbing assail- ants. The boulders slid over the glazed surface with the speed of a swift-winged water fowl and when they found a victim precipitated him, a death-dealing catapultic charge upon the heads of his comrades. The effort to reach us was utterly futile. For several days we found it great sport to shoot loaves of bread and a few tempting morsels of food down to the starving mass and watch them fight and struggle for possession. At my suggestion, to make the game of greater interest. we took the bread from the crusts and stuffed the loaves with stones. Occasionally, one snatching for the bread lost his life from the stone loaf. So the days passed, not wholly without amusement. The whole land was now white with snow and ice. Great white bears came out of the mountains of the north and feasted on the dead at the base of the pyramid. No- where in the land could we see a living man. In our company was a beautiful young maid; and, thinking she might furnish amusement for a dull after- noon, I gave orders that she be brought to my quarters. She was carried thence, struggling and in tears. With her came one of our captains, who said she was to be his wife, and asked me to spare her discourtesy for his sake. He had many times been of service, but no more so than a subject should be. I directed that he be thrown from the top platform, and took the girl with me, so she might see the spectacle. 192 The Translation The guards lifted him over the wall and gave a shove. He started slowly, bracing and resisting with hands and feet, but was soon speeding meteor-like down the icy incline. He disappeared, in the snow and debris at the base, but in a few minutes reappeared, with right arm swinging useless at his side. The girl, giving a cry, leaped over the wall and skim- ming along the incline as a swallow might the face of a white slanting cliff, sped towards her lover. The man leaped to the edge to break her fall and she struck him with destructive force. They were thrown some dis- tance and lay still in the snow, which was crimsoned by their bleeding wounds. Two great white bears, smelling the blood, came forth from behind the cliffs and feasted upon the pair. In a few more days the icy waters of a polar sea cov- ered the city of Theni; and in tears we witnessed the great dome of the temple of our gods sink beneath its surface. The next week great icebergs were floating across the plain and above the site of Theni. It grew intensely cold and the inner walls of our great upper hall were coated with frost crystals. The wind shrieked; great waves striking the moun- tain side shook our pyramid. The sight was blotted out by a blizzard of snow and ice. The guards are kept busy with spears and spades trying to keep the ventilators and the pinnacle area free of snow and ice so we can have air. Several have been blown from the top. We made a mistake in the construction of our refuge. We should have shielded our ventilators to keep off th& snow. It is a hard struggle for air. Tomorrow we must 193 Nirvana start work opening the passageway for light and air. Nefert says I should have built a ship and sailed away, as did the prophet and his people. v Nefert awake. It is dark and cold. The air is foul. I hear rushing waters. It comes in the ventilators above our heads. It is salty. We are being swallowed by the icy sea. I have found you! O! How cold! How cold! I know not how long it has been, nor how many dif- ferent habitations my soul has tenanted since our pyra- mid sank beneath the icy sea and, holding Nefert in my arms, I lost consciousness. I am now in India, near the city of Bombay. A city presenting a magnificent front, but reeking with filth and disease, where, through the year, cholera daily claims its victims. It is the year 1790. On the top of a high hill in a beautiful garden are three Dakhmas or Parsee towers of silence. These towers, built like a windowless colosseum, are massive cylinders of hard black granite, open to the heavens. The parapet supports a coping of motionless living vultures, waiting in patience to be fed. Here the death rate is high and there are many to die, so they do not suffer from hunger. The vultures grow restless; they see a funeral cortege of black men in spotless white robes; they bear a black corpse in a white shroud. The body is hastily deposited within the area on its bed of stone and mattress of (har- coal. The' vultures swoop down to the feast. In a short while, satiated, they rise on heavy wing and lazily reset- tle upon the parapet. 19 The Translation All day long, my soul struggling for freedom or forgetfulness, is caged within the body of one of these vultures. I do not see the sun except through vulture eyes. I do not feed except upon the dead. My companions are vultures. I am never beyond the smell of the dead. I have no friendships, no hopes. There are times at night when my vulture body sleeps. Then the soul seems to break forth; but it does not go out in freedom as of old. I may go into the hovels of Bombay in the form of an old black beggar. Then it is my overwhelming desire to do some act of kindness, but my clothes are in rags; my face is a horrid mask, and I smell of the dead and am driven away. I found a man dying by the wayside, too weak to move, too blind to see. When he asked for water, I thought now is my chance. I shuffled to the fountain and when I would dip up a cupful, it became as solid glass. At a time of famine I found a child crying for bread without the city walls. At great strain upon my feeble limbs, I climbed a wall and stole from the kitchen of the enclosed villa a roasted fowl and carried it to the child. The child took it, but when he raised it to eat, it was the hand of a putrid corpse. When I lift the head of the sick, they shudder and gasp and grow cold. So I return to my vulture body, to my perch on the parapet, to breakfast on the dead and to my vulture consort. (End of translation.) I spent the next winter at law school, returning to the old farmhouse the middle of May. 195 Nirvana The first time I went down to the springhouse, I saw a vividly-colored golden robin or hangnest restlessly flitting about the old elm trees and occasionally bursting into loud-noted song. A few days later I heard and saw him again. He was not so restless, and his song was low-toned and had a rich and more pleasant refrain. His notes were of endless and individual variety. When he ceased singing I heard an incessant warble of sweet, though feeble, notes and, looking above my head, saw the composer, his bride, dressed in olive and gold, weaving on the pendulous nest of moss and horse hair, near the tips of the overhanging limb. I then knew why his song had changed and understood the happy warble of the busy weaver. They were so gaily colored, so happily situated, their home so far from harm, they were so exclusive, that I called the pair the little king and queen. Bright pair of boundless wing and sweet song, did you first meet here You did not come together. How did the king mark the way for his queen Have you searched all the way from Panama, your winter home, for this old elm, to celebrate your bird marriage, pass your honeymoon and find much joy in nest-building and rearing a family Do you know tears and night and nothingness Or have you found and eaten of the fruit of the trees of life and eternal love In about three weeks all song ceased. They made incessant trips to the old orchard and returned with caterpillars to feed five cavernous yellow-throated mouths. One warm sultry afternoon in June I sat in my old place by the springhouse, reading Story's Equity Juris- 196 prudence and, closing the book, enjoyed the ease and peace of the lazy, if not the righteous. I slept; and my mind jumbling the springhouse, the orioles, the dead boy and his strange tale, whispered that my little king and queen of the hanging nest were Santa and Nefert. Thereafter I called them as the dream had said. The little nestlings grew apace and the nest made tight quarters. One, seeking room and adventure, climbed out and perched upon a twig. Growing careless or sleepy, or caught by a squall, he half flew, half fell from his perch. The big black cat, who every week ate his weight in young birds, pounced upon the unfortunate one, who let out a squawk of terror. Santa darted into the face of the cat with such fierce force as to rescue the baby bird, but lost his own life by his brave rashness. Before the plumage of white, black and old gold had been marred I drove the cat away and picked up the little dead king. In the corner of the old orchard, hedged about by a stone fence overhung with myrtle and honeysuckle, un- der three ancient cedar trees, were four graves; three of slaves long dead and the other of the half-witted boy. Under the fresh green sod of the newer grave I buried the dead bird, and marked the spot with little cedar grave boards, on which I carved the name, " Santa." What a place to bury a king who had built a great pyra- mid for his sepulchreI Nirvan7 a 197 Nirvana A CONSCIOUS MUMMY. I sat under the old elm trees reading a work on Early Egyptian Civilization, which declared that the recorded history of that ancient people began when Menes was king, about 4300 B. C. Placing the book, back up on the ground, I thought of their strange faith; the reverent care with which they embalmed the body to be again occupied by the soul, when, after many transmigrations from one animal to another, having expiated all sins done in the body, it should return purified to the old body. Assuming their belief true, where now might be those ancient believers in Osiris, Ra, Horus, Isis, Set and other nature gods, having ages before bowed in submission to Bes, the god of death How limited is sense; how weak intellect; how short bodily life. Yet the very frailty and uncertainty of life establishes the immortality of the soul and the soul, in turn, gives spontaneous testimony to God and of a life within which the body does not own. Nature was enjoying her afternoon siesta. Over the hills so far away as to make it a picture, a threshing machine was eating wheat shocks and blowing forth a golden dust-like breath of straw. The incessant sawing of harvest flies, a heavy country dinner and the afternoon glow and heat conspired to drive me into the spring- house, where the coolness and peace of the place brought a bodily laziness, and, lying down on the old stone shelf, I slept. Three walls of the springhouse grew as the palace walls of Aladdin; the front rolled up as the curtain for a drama; and between great columns of red granite and 198 A Conscious Mummy porphyry, chiseled with hieroglyphics and decorated with the symbols of Amun and Osiris, I looked out upon a grove of date palms, the pyramid of Sneferru, an island sea of yellow flood water, and yet beyond, the low hills of Arabia. A view seemingly as familiar as the one from my bedroom window. It was the Nile valley at Meidoom; Aur-Aa was at flood stage, then nearly fifty feet above the normal level. Now, after centuries, the valley has been filled by river silt and the tide is much shallower. The beauty and changefulness of that narrow valley by comparison with the monotonous lands which flank it gave promise of a happy people. Hemmed in on the west by the sand hills of Libya and on the east by the equally bare, dry, never-changing hills of Arabia; teeming with people as the channels of an ant hill with ants; inten- sively cultivated, some of the crops like the dhourra or millet, the principal food of the poor, returning to the sower two hundred and fifty times its seed; shaded by date palms which yield abundant and delicious fruit; a land with a delightful climate seasonably watered, fer- tilized by yearly tides and protected from invasion by wide deserts of soft sand; why should we not have been a happy people Because no one is free. We are enslaved by caste, a most merciless master, by the priesthood, by our king. We work continually, but for others. Happy he, who when life is done, after contributing to the priesthood and the king, after sacrificing to a hundred gods, leaves sufficient estate to pay for the embalming of and a safe resting place for his body. This is the best of a short life, with the sad hope that after you have been many times a lower form of life, you may return to your old body if, perchance, it may 19 be found. Far better off the unclean fish, which, when the flood recedes, gasp themselves to death in shallow pools, choked by the sand. I rose from mv couch and walked out where a better view might be had of the river and the valley. Near a small eminence more than sixty feet above the flood tide was a great fleet of barges and rafts of logs, which had borne heavy blocks of cut stone from far to the southward down on the tide to construct our tombs and temples. Upon the rafts and barges low caste humanity, driven by the lash to tortured effort, swarmed and sweated and groaned that some high priest or royal personage might in mummied grandeur await his soul's return to its foul, flinty, wrinkled and desolate home. Near, floating north- ward with the tide, was a great obelisk of granite weigh- ing more than forty tons, held upon the surface by par- allel rafts of buoyant logs and inflated skins. I was head embalmer, one of the priesthood and, therefore, considered one of the fortunate ones. The city of Meidoom was called the City of the Dead, because at that time, 3750 B. C., it was the place of burial of the royalty and priesthood of Men-nefu, which name means secure and beautiful, and which centuries later was changed to Memphis. Meidoom 's population, near forty thousand, con- sisted of more than two thousand priests with their fam- ilies and retainers and twenty thousand laborers and overseers. The majority are engaged in the construction of temples and sarcophagi. The people are firm believers in a future state and therefore very religious. The priests act as interces- sors between the people and their many gods, look after 200 Nirvana A Conscious Mummy2 the sacred animals of the temples, are professional em- balmers, architects and custodians of the tombs. The priesthood hold high social rank, are exempt from taxes, but do not practice celibacy or asceticism. Their ranks are recruited by heredity or from the nobili- ty; and it is not uncommon for a prince to surrender his claim of succession to assume the office of high priest. Had there been occasion for a test of power between the government and the priesthood, the priestly orders would have been found the real rulers. Amun is the chief or spiritual god of the Egyptians. The name means The Hidden One; and he controls the conscience and the soul. Rahotep is chief priest of Amun and the keeper of the Book of Death. He and all the priesthood of Amun wear a costume of white linen decorated with the blue figure of a man having the head of a ram and carrying in his hand a sharsh, the symbols of Amun. The chief priest in addition wears the royal symbol with two long feath- ers as a head dress. Osiris is the god of good, in contradistinction to Set, the god of evil. He is the god of the Nile and the guard- ian and preserver of the human body after death. His symbol is a mummy wearing a royal crown and ostrich plumes. The god of the sun is the soul of Osiris. The white linen gowns of the priests of Osiris have a figured border of mummies in black, wearing crowns and ostrich plumes. Nefermat, chief priest, in addition wears the royal insignia. At this time, besides many shrines, there are three temples at Meidoom, the temple of Amun, the temple of Osiris and the temple of The Dead. The two orders of the priesthood are presided over by Rahotep and Nefer- mat, the two sons of Sneferru, who, occupying their 201 Nirvana priestly positions at his demise, the succession passed to Khufa, a brother, who married Naferma, the widow of Sneferru. As chief embalmer I had charge of the temple of the Dead, where both orders of the priesthood officiated, since the one god, Amun, having charge of the soul, and the other, Osiris, of the body, perforce met officially, though usually holding little communication with each other. As I stood at the portal two processions of priests drew near, the one led by Rahotep, the other by Nefer- mat. These two, leaving their attendants, entered the temple. As they passed I bowed low to earth and followed into the corridor, there they found seats, and I stood before them awaiting their commands. Rahotep said, "Our mother, the queen, has just died; after her body is partly embalmed they will bring it here from Men-nefer, when you, because of your skill, are to prepare it to rest in the vault of the great pyramid be- side our father Sneferru, in care of Osiris, until Amun shall see fit to surrender her soul again to her body." (Nefermat) "You mean, until Osiris shall deem her soul sufficiently purified to re-enter her body." "No, as Amun is the superior of Osiris, so is the soul master of its tenement, the body, though it is by the grace of Osiris that the body is preserved until Amun has purified the soul for another human existence." "You are wrong; in all sacred animals human souls dwell; it is only when those souls are made pure that Osiris permits them to occupy a human form. Tepti, priest of Osiris, embalmer of and dweller with the dead and custodian of the temple of the Dead, what say you as to the body and the soulI" 202 A Conscious Mummy "Pardon, Most Exalted of Osiris, am I to look upon your question as a command" "Yes." "My belief, of which I am not master, I have kept unto myself and if put into words is but spoken ignor- ance. To become an expert embalmer I experimented on the bodies of many animals not sacred to our gods and discovered that they were as easily preserved as the bodies of men. This forced the conclusion that if man was specially favored of the gods, it was not in bodily composition; therefore, it would seem, the body is not sacred and is unworthy of the great expenditure of time and wealth which we give it as priests of Osiris. The body after death is as the husk of a nut from which the kernel has been extracted and our people would be bet- ter off were it burned as the refuse of earth. We of Osiris, who say the body must not perish, know better than anyone else that it does perish. If there is a difference between the body of a man and an animal's, that distinction departs at death; therefore, the distinc- tion is life or a part of life and the questions presented are: What is life What is there in man besides matter When an animate being dies, the body, the mortal, is left; life departs. I do not see it go; I know not where it goes. If it is a man who dies, we say the soul has left the body, because we are men; if it is an aninial, we sav life has left the body. What is the difference between life and the soul All I know is that I have a body which perishes and that, distinct from the body, I have the power to think, which power troubles me more than my body, and which power I may lose when life leaves thei body. My power to think is so limited that its indulgence is like pulling one's self up to the stars by one 's toes. I know I cannot answer the following questions: 203 Nirvana " 'What is truthl' Though I once heard a child of five answer that truth is the right. " 'What is life ' Though I am told it is the princi- ple of animate corporeal existence. " 'What is death' This I do not know, since I can- not define life, as death is the cessation of life or the beginning of a higher life. "Since animals think, some more than some men (the feeble-minded), do they have souls If so, where do their souls go "Is the source of new life in the soul "It seems we believe souls have existed from the beginning, since they never die but are transmigrated. Is immortality a divine gift or an inherent property of the soul "And of you, Chief Priest of Osiris, head of our or- der, I would respectfully ask: " 'Does the soul assume a body akin to its own na- ture " 'Should I live to be very old, dwarfed in limb and blind, when my soul returns to its preserved mummy, which vou maintain it does, will I rise again, old and blind and weak If not why preserve the body " 'Will I know the friends of my former life if they return to their bodies in the same period " 'Your still-born brother, whose body I embalmed, had he yet a soul, and when his soul returns to his body, will it have life " 'There is a mummy in one of the old tombs with two heads and on one body; has that body one or two souls And if two souls, will they be purified and return together to the body, though one be good and the other bad' "I believe not in Osiris; nor that my soul after many 204 A Conscious Mummy transmigrations shall find and reanimate its rejected tenement. Yet I know no other god or even if I have a soul. Can I by searching find out truth or the true GodI Will there be a time when the truth shall be made clear I know that error is spread over all things; that the race is not to the swift, neither the battle to the strong. That he who disdains ease and comfort, though poverty is a disgrace and misfortune a crime, recognizes that wealth consists not in great possessions but in few wants; looking upon ownership as a trusteeship and therefore a responsibility; content with what life gives; thinking himself and conceding to others the right to think; living and letting others live; believing there is nothing after death and death is nothing; is as well off as he who struggles to be a blind leader of the blind. Would I could believe that we shall live many lives and each a preparation for a higher one. Our religion, like our government, as it grows old grows complex and rotten. What we need is a simple government, a simple faith and one God." (Nefermat) "What you say is the vilest sacrilege. Your belief, if general, would lead to chaos; to the de- struction of our holy order. You shall find there is a hell for the unbeliever; your mortal life shall end and your immortal begin as soon as our mother's body is prepared for Osiris. You shall know the difference be- tween soul and body and have your doubts as to a future state tested and dissolved." (Rahotep) "I would not be too hasty with the death sentence. What matters it what Tepti may think! He is a good embalmer, reticent of speech and his belief in death and nothingness if expressed would neither find believers nor corrupt our faith. The thought of non- existence is not acceptable to the Egpytians; it lacks 205 enthusiasm, it lacks certainty, it lacks hope; there is no appeal to pride or power." (Nefermat) "I cannot overlook such utterances from a priest of Osiris; he must die." (Rahotep) "He is one of your priesthood; you are sole arbiter of his life or death, but were he one of Amun's and I demanding his opinion had been so answered, and it was delivered as to stone ears, as his was to us, I would pass it by. However, if you are bent on his death, which I regret, I would ask his body, hoping by my interces- sion, Amun may convince him he has a soul." (Nefermat) "As you like. I am through with the sacrilegious beast as soon as he is dead. I would not give his body tomb room in the temple of the denti." Whereupon the two high priests departed, leaving me with very sober thoughts. AWithin an hour, three priests of our order, the death watch, took up their abode in my chambers, which I w-as not permitted to leave, and this watch was continued to the end. On the next day the body of the queen arrived from Men-nefer and I was directed to complete the embalming already begun. This occupied a fortnight. The day the embalming was completed Rahotep came to my chamber and, sending the guards from the room, said: "On the morrow at sunrise you will be strangled to death, after which your body will be delivered to me for disposition. When it is carefully embalmed I shall place it in a new tomb in the temple of Amun and it shall be- come sacred to him. The tomb is so constructed that light and air penetrates through slits in the portal and it may be entered from the temple by members of our order. Amun will permit your soul to occupy and grow in your 206 Nirvana A Conscious Mummy mummied body. You have said you are not afraid of death. Neither you nor any other man knows what lies beyond. It is not the end of things as you declare but the beginning of the thought life. Living through the ages in your old shell you shall learn that the infinite is the author of all things and from the order and har- mony of nature you shall deduce the existence of God and the immortality of the soul. You shall learn that the soul is an immaterial being which can go where the body can not and can live where the body cannot live and is so sometimes punished. That its controlling force is not the body nor even the mind but a power which pervades all space, which has existed from the beginning, looking after the universe and each creature therein. This is the infinite, the beginning, the end of all things, which, lack- ing a better name and light to discern, I call Amun, The Great, The Only One. The wind has not a body, yet you know the wind blows; light has not substance, vet you feel and see it and know it comes from the worlds in the skies. Your soul has existed from the beginning as a part of the infinite. It came into existence as the angels of light and darkness. It is of the size of the faith that is in you and yours is quite small. Yours shall grow dur- ing the ages, as Amun is about to begin its experience, which each soul is to have, though the experience given each is different, being judged and punished or rewarded according to the light given, which in every case is dim. You are first to be turned over to Phtha, the great father of beginnings. Your little seed of a soul, assuming the form of a beetle, shall remain in your mummified body. Your embalming robes shall be decorated with his sign, the scarabeus. Your body will be carefully watched by our priesthood to observe the growth of your soul and know that you finally believe in its existence and the 207 Nirvana infinite power of God. You shall pass through the valley of humiliation, living as the Chelas live upon your own soul. Your suffering shall bring improvement and growth until your soul shall prove sufficient unto itself, since it shall know God and itself. Finally it shall part company with your mummied body and become a part of the light of the world." I arose at daylight the next morning and, after care- fullv bathing, rubbed my whole body with a preparation for closing the pores; then, retiring to a couch, drank a vial of most precious and potent embalming fluid, which. knowing death to be near, I had secreted when preparing the mummy of the queen. I felt a contraction of my stomach, an icy chill, a gradual though rapid cessation of consciousness and be- ing. For what period I know not I slept the sleep of death. Sluggishly in my dead frame fluttered a something. For days or years, I know not, there was a mere sense of spiritual life or being and a fluttering of body as of a small numbed insect; was it a scarabeus This was suc- ceeded in time by an acuter consciousness, when I saw my puny soul in its bare weakness. Then began the journey through the valley of humilia- tion and suffering, when soul lived upon and thought only of self and its escape. Through ages of suffering and loneliness and blackness, my only thought was a constant prayer for absolute non-existence. Within the heart of my tiny soul there began to grow a germ-like conception and reverence for God. With this thought the soul seemed to take unto itself strength to make feeble efforts to tear a way through its coffin of flinty skin and in feeble flight bounded and pounded incessantly on its case of parch- 208 A Conscious Munmmy ment, as a drummer on his drum, with a ceaseless, monot- onous, drum, drum, drum. Finally, through the mummy eyes, there seemed to come dim rays of light. Then the feeble soul stationed itself immediately behind them and prayed only for light. And, after a thousand years, enough light was given to see crevices in the tomb and shifting grains of sand drift through. Life before had been so bare that the mere seeing of the flight of a grain of sand into that place of utter calm and monotony was as an angel visit to the disconsolate of earth. Now the all-absorbing desire was for more light; for freedom to break through the prison walls of flinty skin and have one peep at earth and sun. Then, remembering how I had stolen our most potent embalming fluid and used it on mv own body, I attributed continued imprison- ment to its preservative properties and looked upon my- self as my own jailer. As the soul grew, reason discarded this thought and fixed upon my imprisonment as punishment for disbe- lief. Seemingly, ages went by; the soul passed through a period of great remorse; remorse grew to repentance, and repentance to hope and faith. Then my soul seemed to fill the whole mummied frame and gained strength until it acquired the power of mo- tion. I could shift position and look out upon the valley of Aur-Aa, now called Nilus, where, as time passed, I saw the maturity and wane of Egyptian power and the iron hand of Rome reach out in conquest. The vandal hand of a conquering Roman tore loose the stone portal of the tomb, and mummy and imprisoned soul were carried across the great sea and with other husks of former life exhibited in the triumph of Octavius; 209 Nirvana then placed in a museum to be gazed upon by the curious of Rome. One night robbers broke into the room, thinking the dead carried their treasures with them, and unwound our grave cloths. My soul pounded and tore at its case, hoping pantingly that they might break the parchment shell; but all they did was to remove a string of turquoise and porphyry beetle-shaped beads. When morning came the mummies were rewrapped and returned to the exhibit slab. As the crowds passed by, if one, perchance, looked into my sunken eyes, the soul, watching hungrily be- neath, looked out with an intensity and read his very inmost mind and most secret thought; and some there were who seemed to know the meaning of my look. W-hen I read thoughts of doubt, such as I had known in life, I sought with utmost soul strength to convey to them some warning and some hope; and as I strnggled thus, there came rifts of light into my prison as from a higher life. One day a noble Roman youth came strolling by with a companion and, stooping, gazed upon my form. "See, Marcus! How much better preserved this man of ancient Egypt is than the others. Look! In his sunken eyes you may discern a glimmer as of intense life; of consciousness; I feel his look, as though he read me through and through and would speak in advice or warn- ing." "Oh! Come on! You have eaten too heavilv or else de- parted from your stoical way and conscience has made you uneasy; else you could not attribute life to this foul shell, dead these three thousand years." "I shall return alone tomorrow when the light is bet- ter and have a good look. " 210 A Conscious Mummy At noon the next day, when the sunlight rested on my slab, the youth returned and, bending over my black parchment face, peered into the hollow eye holes; and in some wierd way I held communion with him. When he left, my soul seemed to go along, a companion of his own. Lost in thought, he walked a long way into the poorer quarter of the city, where there was much squalor and suffering. He was aroused by the cries of women and children driven from their squalid homes by a band of Nero's condottieri, who then set fire to their deserted hovels. He rushed to their rescue, remonstrating with the soldiers. They refused to desist, telling him that the people were of the new sect, the Christians; and their orders were to burn them out. He was assaulted bv them, resisted, killed two and was himself slain. His soul as a great white bird, with a brilliancy as of the sun, left his body and flew heavenward. My own returned to its mummied chamber. But the chamber had been reformed; it was of many hued crystal, of expansive wall and gave forth a light all its own. I settled upon a couch and drifted into a restful peace. My own soul became as the tabernacle of God. All tears were wiped away by the conqueror of sorrow and pain and death. I had found the Father; the Father a son; and I entered into the place where God is the Light. In the meantime Rome burned. The fire, started by Nero 's soldiers near the Palatine Hill, spread from house to house and quarter to quarter until it reached my couch. The old shell parted and burned as tinder. Then the mortal put on immortality and the shackled darkness of the old soul gave place to light and liberty. 211 212 Nirvana I awoke. It was near twilight; the world seemed new and fresh, but it was the old home place. I bent over and examined my couch; it was the old slab shelf of the springhouse. Looking along its raised edge, which I had used as a pillow, I noticed for the first time crude strange characters or letters cut in the stone. That night I asked my father the history of the slab. He said he had brought it from the Stoner Creek farm near Wade's Mill, where it had been plowed up in culti- vating over a small indian mound. I came to the conclusion the slab possessed wierd properties, making it a restless and unsatisfactory couch, and thereafter I called it the dream bench. Doctor Brown of Danville DOCTOR BROWN OF DANVILLE. Incidentally I took up stenography, its usefulness having been impressed upon me by my inability to tran- scribe the narrative of the feeble-minded black bov. The winter following his death, attending law school at the University of Virginia, I continued its study and practice and found it quite an aid in jotting down the lectures. By the following summer I had grown to be quite an efficient stenographer. That summer, shortly after I had my disturbing dream as a priest of Osiris, the Kentucky synod of the Southern Presbyterian Church met at Winchester. My mother, a member of the First Presbyterian Church, entertained two of the visiting preachers, both of whom were per- sonal friends of Doctor Chisholm. One was from the western portion of the State, I believe Owensboro, the other, Doctor Brown, of Danville. Doctor Brown rarely smiled; his poise was indicative of the utmost self-control, his form lank, his hair heavy and graying at the temples, his general appearance ggiv- ing evidence of a clean, active ascetic life and a strong moral and physical make-up. He was inclined to keep the light of his conversational powers under a bushel, and at times spoke only when aroused from apparent self-centered thought. His voice was deep and pleasant, his diction and expression perfect, his thoughts, clothed in finished sentences, were entertainingly expressed and at times exhibited a rich vein of the choicest humor. He was the leading member of the conference-certainly the brainiest-and it fell to his lot to deliver the most im- portant address of the gathering. 213 He seemed to fancy the old springhouse, its quiet cool- ness and the spreading elms. Except at mealtime he did all his drinking from its cool fountain and out of the old gourd dipper, though mother insisted on sending a glass down for his service. Several times I found him sitting in the rustic chair by the door jotting down notes for some address or ser- mon, but never seated on the old stone bench. On Monday at breakfast, following a busy Sunday, on which he had preached two exceptionally good sermons, and, following the noonday service, greeted lengthily and cordially seemingly ever member of the large congrega- tion, I noticed his usually active manner had given place to a languorous calm. So I went down to the springhouse, carried the rustic chair into the open beyond the shade and carefully loosened and removed one of the legs, placing the chair in such a position as to show it was unserviceable and undergoing repairs; then I returned to the house. In about an hour Doctor Brown left the library for the springhouse, carrying a couple of books and a scratch pad under his arm. When he saw the condition of the chair he walked within and found a seat on the old stone bench. After resting for some time he stretched his form on the cool smooth slab and was soon fast asleep. Then I slipped in and preparing for business, sat down upon the floor with note book and pencils handy, heading the page with the name of our distinguished guest. He began in a conversational tone what was apparent- ly an introductory address to a gathering of primitive Christians. It was in Greek, which I was able to tran- scribe. 214 Nirvana, Doctor Brown of Danville The translation undoubtedly is faulty, robbed of the thought and beauty of his smooth diction, and gives but imperfect meaning and interpretation to many idiomatic expressions. "Paul, Apostle to the Gentiles, servant of Jesus Christ, on the road to Damascus ordained of God and called to the apostleship; having been taken a prisoner at Jerusalem, charged with sedition; appealed to Caesar and now traveling to Rome for trial, is in Syracuse and will preach to us tonight. "He took ship at Adramyttium, touched at Sidon, Cyprus and Myra. There a ship of Alexandria was found sailing into Italy. This he boarded and, sailing many days, passed near Chidus, Crete, Salmone and Fair Havens, near the city of Lascea. From whence he sailed, when the south wind blew softly, close to Crete. There a tempest arose. The ship was forced from her course and driven by wind until, days after, she was wrecked on the island of Malta. "After an enforced stay of three months, he sailed away in the good ship Castor and Pollux and arrived in Syracusa this morning. He will remain with us for three days. "The church knows his service. He has faced every crisis and danger with an iron will and with unfailing resolution has kept the faith. He is a most faithful work- er in the cause of Christ and his field of service is, messenger unto the Gentiles. "In his present troubles he has our prayers. We will now hear him." . 215 Nirvana "Brethern of the Church of Syracusa; grace be to you and peace from God the Father and our Lord Jesus Christ. "First, I thank God that your faith is spoken of and an example to all the Christian churches. "I came first after landing to Sergius Publius of your church, to whom I bore a letter from his cousin Publius, the Roman ruler at Malta. "We were at Malta three months waiting for a ship. During that time by prayer and the laying on of hands, the father of Publius was healed. For this and other things, the people honored us with many honors and when we departed they laded us with such things as were necessary, we having lost all by shipwreck on our journey from Caesarea to Rome. "Not unwillingly am I sent to Rome for trial as fitting one born free and a Roman citizen, since Rome is mistress of the world and to Rome the Christian faith must be carried to be spread over the Gentile world. "Being ordained an apostle to the Gentiles, it is but meet that I should assume the risks of the journey and take as personal the command to preach the Gospel in Rome or elsewhere and to every Gentile nation. A gospel of universal faith granting to Jew and Gentile alike re- pentance unto life and grace through the redemption of the Lord Jesus Christ. " This work has been most successful and many strong Gentile churches have been established; but God forbid that I should glory save in the cross of our Lord Jesus Christ. "After the establishment of a number of these churches, when I returned to Jerusalem I was falsely ac- cused of teaching all the Jews which are among the Gentiles to forsake the law of Moses; and of having 216 Doctor Brown of Danville brought Greeks into the temple and polluted the holy place. And after this charge I was cast from the temple and the doors closed; then set upon and beaten with staves and stones until Roman soldiers came to quiet the disturbance; and by them bound with chains was led towards the castle. When asking and receiving permis- sion to speak unto the people, I did so in the Hebrew tongue saying: 'Men, brethern and fathers, hear ve my defense, now made unto you, I am verily a man, a Jew born in Tarsus, in Cilicia, yet brought up in this city at the feet of Gamaliel, taught according to the perfect manner of the law of the fathers and was zealous towards God, as ye all are this day. "'And I persecuted this way unto the death, binding and delivering into prison both men and women. As also the high priest doth bear me witness, and all the estate of the elders; from whom also I received letters unto the brethern and went to Damascus, to bring them which were bound unto Jerusalem for to be punished. "'And it came to pass that as I made my journey and was come nigh unto Damascus about noon, suddenly there shone from heaven a great light round about me. And I fell unto the ground, and hearing a voice saving unto me, "Saul, Saul, why persecutest thou me" " 'And I answered, "Who art thou Lord" And he said unto me, "I am Jesus of Nazareth, whom thou perse- cuteth. " " 'And they that were with me saw indeed the light and were afraid, but they heard not the voice of him that spake to me. " ' And I said, " What shall I do Lord " And the Lord said unto me, "Arise and go unto Damascus; and there it 217 Nirvana shall be told thee of all things which are appointed for thee to do." " 'And when I could not see for the glory of that light, being led by the hand of them that were with me, I came into Damascus. "'And one, Ananias, a devout man according to the law, having a good report of all the Jews which dwelt there, came unto me and stood and said unto me, "Broth- er Saul receive thy sight." And the same hour I looked up upon him. " 'And he said, "The God of our fathers hath chosen thee, that thou shouldst know his will and see that Just One, and should hear the voice of his mouth. For thou shalt be his witness unto all men of what thou hast seen and heard. And now why tarriest thou Arise and be baptized and wash away thy sins," calling on the name of the Lord. " 'And it came to pass that when I was come again to Jerusalem, even while I prayed in the temple, I was in a trance; and saw him saying unto me, "Make haste and get thee quickly out of Jerusalem; for they will not receive thy testimony concerning me." 'And I said, " Lord they know that I imprisoned and beat in every synagogue them that believed in thee; and when the blood of thy martyr Stephen was shed, I also was standing by and consented unto his death and kept the raiment of them that slew him." " 'And he said unto me, " Depart; for I will send thee far hence unto the Gentiles." ' "When I had spoken thus far, the multitude would not hear me further. "At the castle, the chief captain ordered that I be scourged, when, hearing the order, I said to the centurion standing by, 'Is it lawful to scourge a man that is a 218 Doctor Brown of Danville Roman and uncondemned.7' Thereafter no further in- dignity was offered me. "Then the Lord appeared unto me saying. 'Be of good cheer, Paul, for as thou hast testified of me in Jerusalem, so must thou bear witness also in Rome.' Then I was sent to Caesarea, unto Felix. "Before Felix, I was accused by Tertullus, speaking for the priesthood, as a pestilent fellow and a mover of sedition among all the Jews and a leader of the sect of the Nazarenes. "To which I answered, 'They can charge me with nothing unlawful though I confess that after the way which they call heresy so worship I the God of my fathers, believing all things which are written in the law and the prophets, and have hope towards God that there shall be a resurrection of the dead both of the just and the unjust. And herein do I exercise myself, to have always a conscience void of offence towards God and men.' "After a period of two years Poreius Festus suc- ceeded Felix and willing to favor the Jews, asked, If I would go to Jerusalem to be judged, to which I an- swered; 'I stand at Caesar's judgment seat where I ought to be judged.' "Then Festus after conference said, 'Hast thou ap- pealed unto Caesar Unto Caesar shalt thou go.' "Shortly thereafter I was delivered to Julius, a cen- turion of Augustus' band, and we set sail at Adramyttium for Rome to be delivered for trial as a Roman citizen. "What a privilege it is to be a Roman citizen; to have the protection of a strong and capable government; whose laws are stable and enforceable; a bulwark against petty strife and sect jealousies. Christ our Master de- clares the divine origin of government and the obligation 219 Nirvana of his followers to obey human law when not in conflict with the commandments of God. "This, it seems, is the greatest obligation, next to our faith. "WVhat is faith What are the teachings of our faith "Faith in God is more than the exercise of the under- standing. "Faith changed me from a persecutor, until now, I preach the faith I sought to destroy; hoping thereby you may rejoice the more in Christ because of my coming; while I rejoice at your patience and faith under all the tribulations which you now endure. "Faith is the substance of things hoped for, the evi- dence of things not seen. And Christ our Lord, is its author and finisher. "For we preach not ourselves, but Christ Jesus the Lord, and ourselves your servants for Jesus' sake. "For God who commanded the light to shine out of darkness hath shined in our hearts to give the light of the knowledge of the glory of God in the face of Jesus Christ. But we have this treasure in earthen vessels, that the excellency of the power may be of God and not of us. "We are troubled on every side yet not distressed; perplexed but not in despair; persecuted but not for- saken; cast down but not destroyed; always bearing about in the body the dying of the Lord Jesus, that the life also of Jesus might be made manifest in our body. "For we which live are always delivered unto death for Jesus' sake that the life also of Jesus might be made manifest in our mortal flesh. So then death worketh in us but life in you. "We have the same spirit of faith according as it is written, I believe and therefore have I spoken; we also 220 Doctor Brown of Danville believe and therefore speak; knowing that Hle which raised up the Lord Jesus shall raise us up also by Jesus and shall present us with you. For all things are for your sakes that the abundant grace might through the thanks- giving of many rebound to the glory of God. "For which cause we faint not, but though our out- ward man perish yet the inward is renewed day by day. "For our light affliction which is but for a moment, worketh for us a far more exceeding and eternal weight of glory; while we look not at the things which are seen, but at the things which are not seen; for the things which are seen are temporal; but the things which are not seen are eternal. "For we know that if our earthly house of this taber- nacle were dissolved we have a building of God, an house not made with hands eternal in the heavens. "I am told that some among you who live according to the law, say, 'There is no resurrection of the dead. " First of all-Christ died for our sins and was buried and rose again the third day. "If the dead rise not then is Christ not raised; and if Christ be not raised your faith is in vain; ye are yet in your sins. Then they also which are fallen asleep in Christ and rest in these caverns are perished. "But now is Christ risen from the dead and become the first fruits of them that slept. For since by man came death, by man came also the resurrection of the dead. For as in Adam all die, even so in Christ shall all be made alive-But some men will say, 'How are the dead raised up And with what body do they come' "Fool, that which thou sowest is not quickened except it die; and that which thou sowest, thou sowest not that body that shall be-but bare grain, it may chance of 221 Nirvana wheat or of some other grain. But God giveth it a body and to every seed his own body. " The glory of the resurrection of man is, that his body sown in corruption is raised in incorruption; sown in dishonor is raised in glory; sown in weakness it is raised in strength; sown in the natural it is raised the spiritual body. "So when this corruptible shall put on ineorruption and this mortal shall put on immortality, then shall be brought to pass the saying that is written. Death is swallowed up in victory. 0 death, where is thy sting! 0 grave, where is thy victory The sting of death is sin, the strength of sin is the law. But thanks to God who giveth us the victory through Our Lord Jesus Christ. "Do you seek strength in the Lord and the power of his might Put on the whole armor of God that ve may be able to stand against the wiles of the devil. "For we wrestle not against flesh and blood but against principalities, against powers, against the rulers of the darkness of this world, against spiritual wicked- ness in high places. "Wherefore take unto you the whole armor of God that ye may be able to withstand in the evil day and hav- ing done all to stand. Stand, therefore, having your loin girt about with truth and having on the breast plate of righteousness; and your feet shod with the preparation of the gospel of peace; above all taking the shield of faith wherewith ye shall be able to quench all the firey darts of the wicked. And take the helmet of salvation and the sword of the spirit, which is the word of God, praying always with all power and supplication in the spirit. "Let us not be dismayed or overwhelmed by persecu- tion, nor weary in well doing; for in due season we shall 222 Doctor Brown of Danville reap if we faint not. Learning wheresoever God places us therewith to be content; seeking by prayer and sup- plication to know his will. "The Father hath said; 'My grace is sufficient for thee; my strength is made perfect in weakness.' There- fore may we glory in our infirmities that the power of Christ may rest upon us. Thanks be unto God f or his unspeakable gifts. "As we grow in strength, we may expect persecution to grow. Now Rome looks upon our faith as a Jewish sect. When it is understood that it is a religion distinct from Judaism, then persecution will begin in earnest. Then vou will be blamed for pestilence, famine and other national calamities and be offered as martyrs for your faith. Then must we glory in tribulation, knowing that tribulation worketh patience and patience experience and experience hope and hope maketh not ashamed be- cause the love of God is shed about in your hearts. "I speak to you but as an ambassador in bonds. "Brethren, pray constantly for one another and for me, remembering that the prayers of a righteous man availeth much. And the peace of God which passeth all understanding, keep your hearts and minds through Jesus Christ, Amen." Doctor Brown, growing restless, and I conscience- stricken, I thought it best to make a hasty departure for the house. That night at supper I managed to turn the conversa- tion to dreams, hoping to hear from him. He finally said; "It is remarkable the way we fit famil- iar scenes or even places we have visited but once into our dream thoughts. Thus dressed they become quite 223 Nirv'zna realistic until we almost persuade ourselves that we have lived the experience. "Some years ago I visited the city of Syracuse and was deeply interested by the catacombs on the island of Ortzgia, just a short way from the modern city, par- ticularly as they had been used as a place of worship, of refuge from persecution and of burial by the early Christians. "Among other things of interest therein are the fres- coes, in which drawings of fish as religious symbols pre- dominate, the Greek word for which furnished the initial letters for the Saviour's name and office; the tombs and an altar from which Paul is said to have preached, when sent by Festus from Caesarea to Rome. "I rarely sleep in the daytime; but today the cool subdued light and quiet of the springhouse was respon- sible for a lapse. "Having in mind to prepare a sermon on faith and the resurrection, and thinking of certain of Paul's letters in connection therewith, my dream thoughts were so as- sembled that while I slept I seemed to hear Paul preach- ing from the altar in the catacombs on that identical sub- ject. " 224 Richard Hawkwood RICHARD HAWKWOOD. I am home from the University of Virginia, having completed the law course. The restful peace of the old farmhouse is most enjoyable; but there is another blemish upon the landscape; my father is building a second to- bacco barn, and the foreman in charge, a union carpenter, or nine-hour man, as we then called him, is a disturbing element, spending his time, when not at work, chewing tobacco and aggressively talking about the rights of labor and the danger to the world of concentrated wealth. When thus engaged he is a typical nail-keg philoso- pher; just emerging from ignorance and materialism into the realm of reflective experience. He has at his tongue's end all the platitudes of the socialist and possesses the knack of picking platitude and imperfect statistic to fit his theories, whenever he finds a victim. He does not look upon our government as a govern- ment of the people; but a government of the few, who fool all the people all the time. He is a firm believer in organized labor and the dis- organization of everything else, particularly capital. He believes in the equal distribution of property every few years and that the masses should throw off the yoke, but can neither identify nor define the yoke. Until I heard him talk, in my inexperience, I thought that the world was a reasonably comfortable place in which to live, in fact, I knew no better. We were getting ten cents for tobacco, eighty cents for wheat, fifty cents for corn, five cents for hogs and ten cents a pound for turkeys. We heard no talk of hard times except just before a presidential election. 225 Nirvania We paid fifteen dollars per month for farm hands, three dollars a week to the cook; we bought sugar for six cents and flour for five fifty a barrel. We were pay- ing the boss carpenter and chief representative of organ- ized labor three dollars a day, and fifteen dollars per thousand for clear heart yellow pine lumber. Hawkwood, the carpenter, spoke of the ideals of labor and how he would fight for them through this and other lives until his words, to my conservative and immature mind, seemed threats against organized society. My views, in the main, he called old-fashioned. I believed a laborer who was thrifty, efficient and indus- trious did not need a union to help him, arguing the union only helped the inefficient, lazy and profligate. I tried several times to get him to rest on the spring- house slab or dream couch, but his mind and tempera- ment were too nervously active. On Sunday he expected to go to Lexington for the day, but at train time a heavy shower caused him to abandon the trip. I asked him to go to Pine Grove church, but he very emphatically declined. At dinner, with malice aforethought, I kept his plate heaped up and repeatedly filled his goblet with ice-cooled buttermilk. After dinner as it was a very warm dav, I suggested we go to the springhouse and read, and from the library got for him Fox's "Lives of The Martyrs." I took the lead and appropriated the rustic chair under the elms, forcing him to occupy the stone bench in the springhouse. He made several efforts to start an argument on the labor question, which I carefully avoided. After awhile a sonorous snore announced that he had fallen victim to my plot. 226 Richard Hawkwood His snoring was broken by a jumble of words in English and Italian, though his English, being of a very old form, was harder than the Italian to understand and transcribe. The first words I caught were; "Very well, Sir John, avanti!" I took down his statement and give to the reader a liberal transcription of my notes. "I was born in Essex, near Hedingham, on October 20, 1332. My father was a younger brother of Sir John Hawkwood, who was knighted for bravery by the Black Prince two davs after the battle of Poitiers, where an English army of eight thousand men defeated a French army of sixty thousand and took King John prisoner. "My uncle, commanding several companies and ren- dering most efficient service, was rewarded by being knighted by the King. I was present at the service and officiated as his squire. "When the successful army returned to England, several hundred of us from Essex and Suffolk remained in France and organized 'The White Company,' which, with Sir John as commander, became famous as condot- tieri, or soldiers of fortune, and from 1360 to 1390 sold our services to various Italian powers. "We served under the standard of Gregory XI, the Marquis of Montferrat, certain legates, the republic of Pisa, and, finally, the signory and council of Florence, from 1378 until the death of Sir John on March 17, 1394. At his death he was entombed with great ceremony in the Duoma. For years prior he had held the office of Captain General with the Florentines. "From 1374 till 1378 I was captain of one of his com- panies. In 1378 I was made his aid, in which capacity 227 I served until 1389, when, having been seriously wounded and the possessor of considerable wealth, I retired from service. " For more than a year Sir John had been in the serv- ice of the Marquis of Montferrat at Casale, and as the season was dull and the pay light for our business, it was with pleasure he received word from the Pope to come to Avignon. "Gregory occupied the papal chair from 1370 to 1378 and, like his immediate predecessors, resided at Avignon until 1376, when he terminated the Babylonian captivity by returning to Rome. "During this period of exile the church government of Italy was conducted by proud and avaricious legates, who lived as dukes or provincial kings, and in the name of the church assumed to dictate the policy of govern- ment to many small potentates, maintaining a standing army of condottieri made up of English, Dutch and and Breton recruits. "Sir John, reasonably satisfied that he would be em- ploved in Italy at some point east of Casale, left his soldiers behind, except thirty troopers, and set out for Avignon. Ten days later he came down the Rhone val- ley, into the 'City of Bells,' just as the sixth hour, or vesper bells, were ringing. " We fed our horses, washed away the stains of travel, and, supper ready, took our places at a long table, Sir John at the head, I at the foot and fifteen troopers on either side. We refreshed ourselves, a very hungry and thirsty company, with red Rhone wine, macaroni, cheese, fish, mutton, brown bread and a salad. " Sir John and I were assigned quite sumptuous quart- ers in the palace, while our soldiers remained at the inn. 228 Nirvana Richard Hawkwood2 "That night Sir John saw the Pope and was recom- missioned in his service. His orders were that half of his company should report to the legate at Pisa, while I in command of the other half, about three hundred horse- men, should report to the legate at Bologna. An invasion of Tuscany was contemplated under the direction of these two legates, having in view the humiliation of the Florentines. "The reason assigned for the campaign was that the Ricci faction had entered into a league with Barnabo of Milan against the church and the Albizzi party. " The Pope thus expressed himself to Sir John; ' These plebeians are too ambitious. Let the nobility, not the populace, form a federation, living like brothers with the church at its head, an all-wise and benign father. Thus, by a combination of miter and helmet the church, first in Italy and then throughout the world, shall become not alone the spiritual but the temporal head of government. Instituting this plan, we intend to subdue the pebleian faction now in power at Florence.' "Sir John, at the close of the audience, said to me; 'If it were not for the interference of the church, the republic of Florence and certain other Italian states might hope for the accomplishment of great things. What the Pope wants is the peace of decay and temporal and spiritual supremacy for the church throughout the land. Experience has taught me that adversity is a great teacher. It tolerates no compromises and rewards only patience and strength. Therefore a state is most for- tunate that occupies a position of bare supremacy in arms, where it is punished for mistakes and grows strong from reverses. " 'On the other hand, if a government is too strong, 229 Nirvana the peace of strength brings repose, repose decay, and decay dishonor. " 'Florence, more than any other Italian city, is em- barrassed by the natural enmities between the populace and the nobility. The nobility wish to command. The populace, aware of their numerical supremacy, are dis- inclined to obey, and insist upon ruling the city. Clashes between the two keep the city in a constant uproar and will eventually extinguish its greatness. The populace when in power drive the nobility from the city. When they lose out the banished nobles return and the populace are oppressed. Associated with the people, who are the usual conquerors, are certain adaptable nobles, who, styl- ing themselves reformers, assume to live and think as the common people until they have acquired a sufficient fol- lowing to control the city, then they assume the govern- ment and the nobles are recalled.' "A member of the Connechi family was legate at Bologna. In the fall of 1374 I reported to him with my three hundred horsemen. "The preceding summer had been extremely dry, causing a failure of crops through all of central Italy. The people suffered and many died of privation. The legate, aware of this, looked upon the time as auspicious for his invasion and instituted his campaign by seizing provisions in transit, purchased by the Florentiiies from the northern countries. The following spring he in- vaded Tuscany. "The hungry inhabitants, seeing no hope for even the future harvest, offered but feeble opposition. Quite a few castles and small towns were taken and pillaged. "Our army moved slowly, and despite the legate's 230 Richualrd Hawkwood commands, never followed up a vietory. It mattered little to us that his enemies lived to fight another day; our business was to line our pockets with plunder. It was no serious affair to defeat our opponents whenever we met. They were untrained in war and were usually officered by mercenaries, who cared little whether they won or lost. "One night a messenger from Sir John Hawkwood brought word that I should confer with the captains of the Dutch and Breton troops, and if they agreed, we were to mutiny and desert the legate's standard, when I should proceed with my men to Florence, where he would await us. "At the conference I learned from the other captains that their commanders had made peace with the Floren- tines, having been paid one hundred and thirty thousand florins; and that Sir John, having quarreled with the legate at Pisa about our pay had referred the matter to the Pope, who responded; 'The affair is wholly within the discretion of the legate.' Whereupon he sent back word; 'Henceforth I am an opponent of temporal church rule in Italy and quit your service.' He then made a contract with the Florentines to assist them in repelling the legate's armies. "On the next day, when the condottieri were ordered to attack a small town southwest of our camp, the in- habitants of which had treated us decently, knowing that we bore them no ill-will, we disregarded the order. By prearrangement, each captain at the head of his men assembled in front of the legate 's quarters, when as spokesman I asked an audience. "In a short while he came forth in his regalia, sur- rounded by a group of carpet knights and peremptorily demanded: 231 Nirvana " 'What do you want and why have not you and your comrades begun the assault as ordered' i 'As spokesman for the English, Dutch and Breton condottieri, I am directed to inform you that we have concluded to sever our connection with your army and seek more satisfactory employment. Our sympathies are with the Florentines rather than the church.' " 'Those of you who refuse to execute my commands shall be put to death.' " 'Who will execute your order Surely not your three thousand carpet knights, who can scarcely sit their horses and are coached by their squires. Thev know nothing of warfare; they but wear their swords as orna- ments. Why, my three hundred horsemen alone are more than a match for your knights. They and you do your fighting by proxy. It takes something more than a jeweled sword, bright armor and a coat of arms to make a soldier, and something more than a miter, a string of beads and a colossal capacity for deception, torture and persecution, to make a commander whom men trust and obey.' 'So it is your intention to quit my service 'Yes, and immediately, we shall leave your camp today.' "Whereupon I returned to my men. After a brief conference we raided the general stores and appropriated a week's supplies; then, loading our pack horses, mounted and by easy stages rode to Florence. "The legate, finding himself deserted by his mercen- aries, his forces reduced to less than three thousand un- disciplined troops, with no one competent to command, hastily retreated to Bologna and sought to make peace with the Florentines. 232 Richard Hawkwood "But they, justly resentful of his avaricious and un- provoked invasion, refused to make peace, and until his death, nearly three years thereafter, having entered into a league with Barnabo of Milan and certain cities hostile to the church, conducted a successful war against him. "Three days thereafter we crossed through the pass and camped on the south mountain slope within sight of Florence. The city from the foothills as you look out upon it seems an island forest of tall towers, surrounded by a verdant plain. "A wall 9350 meters in length, protected by a deep moat, surrounds the city. Every one hundred and sixty meters there is a tower forty meters high and fourteen meters broad. The twelve gates, six on the left bank of the river and six on the right, are strengthened by barbicans. "No other city presents such striking contrasts or combinations of antitheses, adding much to its pictur- esque life and appearance. Within arms length of each other you see the noble in his brilliant attire and the laborer in rags; the prelate gorgeously arraved and the monk in sober gown; almost next door to a cathedral or monastery and which has taken a century to build, and beneath its very shadow, is the hovel of some poor beggar. It is a city of violence, where dominion is main- tained by force; yet the pilgrim, with thoughts on God and atonement, may pass in peace. Some are given over to lives of the vilest licentiousness, while their neighbors lead lives of frugality and sanctity. "We came in by the gate north of the church of San Lorenzo and I found quarters at an inn on Via Por. S. Marcia, near the Ponte Veccio. I spent several months at this inn, reporting each day to Sir John for orders. 233 Nirvana "Sir John was the guest of Silvestro de Medici, the head of one of the noblest of the popular families. In this way I became acquainted with Marcella, the sister of Silvestro, and after a courtship of several months we were married. "My savings amounted to more than eight thousand florins. The florin is a small gold coin with a lily on one side and the word 'Florentina' on the other. "For sixty-five hundred florins I purchased a small but substantial house on Via Calimara, near the Arte della Lana, the guildhouse of the wool weavers. The armorial design of the art, embossed above the portal, is a lamb bearing a cross. "Two of my friends, who lived on a side street in the neighborhood, were Michael di Lando, a wool-comber who had considerable influence with his guild, and Ser Nuto, a bailiff of the Signory. "I had been in Florence six months and married more than a month when Sir John disposed of our services to the eight commissioners of war; when, with great un- willingness, I was forced to leave wife and home and re- sume command of my three hundred horsemen. "After having been thus engaged for more than four months, I procured a furlough, expecting to have ten days of quiet at home. It was the month of May and the city at its loveliest. On the third night after my return, my wife and I were eating a late lunch, after a visit to her brother's palace, when the servant announced that a man was at the door with a message from Sir John, ask- ing that I come at once to the inn of the Golden Hat on the Via de Bardi. "Buckling on armor and sword, and telling the good wife not to wait up for me, I accompanied the messenger. "When crossing the Ponte Veccio in the darkness of 234 Richaird Hawkwood its many butcher stalls, the messenger, walking behind, leaped upon my back, seeking to throw me to the floor. He was almost instantly aided by a half-dozen men wear- ing black robes and cowls covering the head, having eye- holes only; in other words, dressed as friars of the order of Misercordia. One of these struck me on the head with a heavy short sword, and when I regained consciousness I learned I was a prisoner in a dungeon under the cloisters of the monastery of Agnoli. My friend, Ser Nuto, had engineered the capture, which had been ordered by the Bologna legate for my gross insults to him and consequently to the church. My captors, who belonged to the Guelph faction, had cheerfully executed the commission because of mv relationship by marriage with the Medici family. "My dungeon was simply a cistern of hugh stones beneath the floor of the cell of a friar of the order and the same size as his cell. The only aperture was in the floor of the cell above and closed by a heavy grating, the key to which, kept by the head of the order, was never en- trusted to the friar, who was as powerless to open the grating as I. "The walls of immense stone were made the more impervious by iron bars, which prevented contact with them, and made my prison an iron cage encased in a stone dungeon. Food was let down by a cord through the grating by a narrow copper bucket, and in the same manner each day the refuse of the cell was removed. The friar who occupied the cell above and who was my jailer was the only person I ever saw except when tor- tured. "At the end of a week Ser Nuto came into the cell and, calling down through the grating, said; 'Climb up; you are to go before the holy tribunal.' The grating was 235 Nirvana opened, a ladder let down and I climbed up and was led across the open court through a long hall into a large room, where twelve men, laymen and ecclesiastics, sat, the prelate acting as presiding officer. It must have been near midnight, I remember when I crossed the court how brilliantly the stars shone. "When I came into the room, the prelate said; 'You are charged with the heinous sin of sacrilegious utter- ances against the holy church, which you will confess and for which you will be tortured even after confes- sion. Your torturing, because of your insults to the church and its high officials, will be a compound of duty and pleasure to us. Until you confess your sins, express sorrow for same and consent to serve the church with loyal and unselfish devotion in whatever tasks shall be assigned you, one of which will be to assist Ser Nuto in decoying Sir John Hawkwod to this monastery you will be tortured the limit of your bodily endurance once a week.' "From the four corners of the room near the ceiling and extending to the center, were suspended four ropes rigged with pulleys. My hands and feet were tied to these, when they were drawn tight and I was suspended in midair; then I was repeatedly hoisted back and forth from the floor to near the lofty ceiling until my joints were dislocated from the strain and I lost consciousness from pain, though I am glad to say, not once did I utter a cry, give forth a groan or ask mercy of my tormentors. "When consciousness returned I was on the pallet in my cell and lay there for several days suffering as from severe sprains. "My jailer was not unkind. His life I felt was not a happy one. He seemed to enjoy conversing with me, 236 Richard Hawkwood though he was forced to lie on the floor and call through the grating. "This encouraged the hope that in sympathy or for reward I might persuade him to carry word to my wife of my place of imprisonment, when she, through the in- fluence of Sir John or her brother, would be able to pro- cure my release. "I knew how she must suffer and search for traces of me, fearing I had been murdered and my body thrown into the river or buried in some secret place. "That night the friar lay down upon the floor and called; "'Edward Hawkwood are you awake' " 'Yes.' 'Has the swelling and soreness left your joints' 'Yes, I feel about well.' "'In a day or two they will tortue you again and con- tinue doing so each week until you confess, express re- pentance and do what they ask. This I advise you to do, else in the end they will torture you to death, or leave you forgotten to die in your dungeon.' "'I at least have this to be thankful for that you are not unkind.' " 'If it were suspected that I treated you other than a caged beast your jailer would be changed and severely punished.' " 'Discovery is impossible, since you only talk with me at night. ' " 'I am not so sure; there are always spies in our brotherhood and all, from the scullion to the prelate, are under surveillance. ' " 'I am sorry to learn that, as I hoped to prevail upon you to deliver a message to my wife, telling her where I am confined. ' 237 Nirvana " ' Were I caught in the effort, I should be tortured to death, or confined indefinitely in a dungeon. Should your friends attempt your rescue or ask your release you would be murdered and dropped into come deep secret pit to destroy all evidence, when all would deny that you had been held a prisoner.' " 'My wife will give you a hundred florins if you will but give her a note telling my place of confinement. I have been but a few months married; she loves me dearly and is iio doubt crazed by my disappearance.' " 'I wear this cowl and robe and beg as a mendicant on the street yet have always wished to be a soldier fighting to free Tuscany from tyranny; the tyranny not only of the oppressing noble families, chief of whom at this time are the Albizzi, but of the church with whom they are allied. I have suffered too much in mind from disappointment to care for the physical discomforts of others; and had you not been a soldier of renown, fight- ing against those influences which I condemn, I would have looked upon your imprisonment as incidental and your suffering without sympathy. I know how little I can do and that little at great personal risk, which, if dis- covered, will be not only your death warrant but my own. I will not carry a written message to your wife, but will stand near your home, pretending to solicit alms, and if she should pass, will tell her your message, but not disclose your place of imprisonment. She will know you are alive and have a friend who at rare intervals will give her news of you and bring back messages from her which you must give me to destroy. That is all that can be done. As my reward, you shall teach me to use the sword so when the opportunity is presented I may do my part as a patriot to rid Tuscany of her oppressors.' 238 Richard Hawkwood " 'You will at least hand this ring to my wife when you deliver my message and await her answer ' I'Yes, I will risk that much.' "That night I slept in peace and had rapturous dreams of freedom. "On the next day in the afternoon, when my wife left our home to go to her brother's seeking news of me, she was addressed by a mendicant friar, who had even to touch her arm before she took notice, as she walked as a woman asleep-mind lost in sorrow. " ' Do not start; pretend to give me alms and take this ring which your husband sends. He is alive and well but a prisoner. I am his friend and will take a written message to him. Should his friends seek to find his place of confinement he will be murdered. On eaeh Tuesday at this hour, if you pass, I will bring you news of him. I must not be followed on his account.' "'Oh! Where is he.' 'I have told you all I dare. Return home and write him a brief message for which I shall wait; fold it closely and hand me as though it were a small coin.' "Turning away the friar solicited alms of a passing merchant. "In a feew minutes my wife returned and when he again asked alms she dropped in his hand two florins and between them a note for me. "That night at a late hour the friar called through the grating and when I answered told me of the meeting and dropped the two florins into my hand, stating he would read the note to me, which he did. " 'You cannot know how much I have suffered be- lieving you dead. I hope and live again since you sent the message and the ring. 29 Nirvanm " 'What shall we do to find or rescue you If you are not permitted to write send me a piece of your clothing so I may know the messenger comes from you. " 'Use every effort to come home to me as life is worthless with you away. I dare not write more. Can I send you anything' " 'Let me have the note so I may see my wife's hand- writing.' " 'I will if you return it so it may be destroyed; your cell may be searched.' "He dropped it down, then let down a cord to which I tied the note after having read it many times and held it to my lips. "The succeeding night Ser Nuto came to the cell and I was again brought before the holy tribunal, where an officer stood to take down my confession and a surgeon to feel my pulse and estimate the amount of torture I could bear. "As I came in a poor man was being tortured and I stood and looked on, a horrified witness, until he. died upon the rack. "Then I was called before the prelate and asked: 'Will you confess your many sins, declare Your repentance and help the Holy Church to secretly take and imprison Sir John Hawkwood' "Remembering Sir John's many kindnesses to me, my duty as a soldier to his commander, and thinking of my dear wife, I unhesitatingly answered; 'I will not.' " 'It is then my duty to subject you to torture. Re- flect that what is done to your body is for the good of your soul and in doing this we are the servants of God. Have you anything to confess in mitigation of our severest torture ' " ' I have not.' 240 Richard Hawkwood "I was seized and bound to the ropes and suspended in midair; eight husky friars repeatedly pulled with all their might upon ropes; they swung and jerked me back and forth from floor to ceiling until it seemed arms and legs must be torn from my trunk. I would have lost consciousness long before I did, except I thought of my poor wife rather than myself. Finally the relief of unconsciousness came and hers was the last face I saw. "It was hours before I regained consciousness and more than a week before I was able to stand. "A week after the second torture Ser Nuto came for me to be again tortured, but was forced to return and report that I was unable to stand, much less respond to torture. "While I was on my pallet unable to move, the friar asked for my message to my wife. I told him to cut off the corner of my coat and give her, saying I was well and making every effort for release so I might soon be with her. "He brought back a note full of hope and tender messages, some money and underclothing. We hid the monev under the floor bars of my cell. "About the time I was able to walk again the prelate of the order died and on the night which had heretofore been selected for my weekly torture the members of the holy tribunal were busy with the reception and enter- tainment of his successor. "In some way Ser Nuto's message of my condition was misunderstood and entry was made in the register opposite my name that I had died from the torture, the friar having told Ser Nuto that I was near death. Thus I became and remained a forgotten prisoner in a dungeon without chance of escape, but for the time free from the dread of torture. 241 Nirvana "Until I had been registered as dead frugal meals had been furnished from the kitchen. Now the supply from that source was cut off, except that the friar, by giving the cook a florim each week and telling him that he desired a lunch before retiring, had been able to procure something. "This was cold and rather a short ration for a man whose appetite was always keen and who had boasted and demonstrated that he could eat a quarter of lamb or a hen at a single meal. "The friar supplemented this by purchases of fruit and cakes, which he brought to the cell in deep pockets stitched on the lining of his robe, so while I was always hungry I did not suffer or lose strength. "He explained the situation to my wife and she filled his pockets with packages of bread, meat, cheese and sweets, so that on each Tuesday night I counted on quite a feast. She also kept him supplied with money to make such purchases as he could carry through the portal without detection by the watchful gatemen. "We tried all sorts of keys in our effort to unlock the grating, but were unsuccessful. We even had a lock- smith make a key from a defective wax impression, but this failed of purpose. The bars might have been cut out with hammer and chisel except the noise would have brought the watchman. "The friar made a sword of heavy wood and at night when the others slept I would climb up the ladder to the grating and instruct him in its use. "Could one of the order have seen him, in the brass lamp's flickering light, making passes and warding off imaginary thrusts with his wooden sword, prancing and jumping back and forth in his narrow cell, clothed only in his under garments, and heard a hollow voice as from 242 Richard Hawkwood a tomb, calling out orders and directing his movements, he would have been convinced that the ancient cloisters were tenanted by ghosts or evil spirits. "I cannot understand how the swordsman, who for years had worn cowl and habit, could have developed the muscular strength he possessed; which, with his quickness of movement, eye and thought, at the very start of his training made him a dangerous antagonist. He seemed to have the combined strength of several men. It must have been the reward of a clean and regular life, or else a legacy handed down with his fiery spirit from some former churchman or crusader who had greater re- gard for the helmet than the miter or from a gladiator or soldier ancestry. "He was always absent during the day and I, having nothing to do to occupy my time, and knowing the im- portance not only because of my calling but for my health of retaining my muscular flexibility and strength, spent several hours each day climbing around upon and swinging from the bars of the iron cage until finally- the rust was worn away and they grew polished from contact with my hands and feet. "After several months of this I grew so expert and tireless that in giving lessons to my soldier pupil I no longer found it necessary to use the ladder, but swung from the grating, easing first one arm and then the other through the long lesson. One night after he had gone through his sword manual without hesitancy, much less mistake, I said: " 'It is time to throw away that toy and practice with a real weapon, to accustom your arm and hand to the weight and feel of a real sword. When my wife passes you on Tuesday tell her to procure a heavy short sword for you from her brother and to send mine with body 243 Nirvana armor and helmets for both of us, piece by piece as you can bring it. After we are armed, if I can only get through this grating, we need have no fear of the gate guards.' "If I am taken or caught you will starve in your dungeon. "I have thought of that. We must procure the key from the prelate by some subterfuge. Let us first pos- sess our swords and armor, then we will get the key and both escape. "Within the week the friar made two visits to my house and each time when he left, beneath his outer robe, he wore a corselet and carried a heavy short sword and helmet. We discovered my wife had converted each hel- met into a store room which I robbed for a substantial meal. "The fear that my kind jailer might be removed or not appear from some casualty had caused me to store away a small supply of food and water in a corner of my cell. "My sword and helmet the friar passed through the grating and when I placed the one upon my head and grasped the familiar handle of the other, new hope kindled in my heart. The corselets were concealed under the couch of my jailer, as mine could not be passed through the grating. "When he returned that night I called to my com- panion of the upper story saying; 'Why not go to the cus- todian of the dungeon and ask for the key to my cell, stating it smells badly and you desire to clean it! He supposes it empty and will readily loan you the key.' "Your suggestion is a good one and the odor of your cell will certainly confirm the declaration. I will do it; 244 Richard Hawkwood but will wear the corselet and buckle on my sword. If he refuses he is liable to lose both the key and his head. "A few minutes later I heard him go out and in less than half an hour he returned with the key, which he had no trouble in procuring. "He fitted it into the lock, I heard the bolts turn and a minute later I stood in the upper cell embracing this morbid, strong-armed friar, who had proven himself my most loyal friend. "An hour later he returned the key the locksmith had made for us. I had the key to the grating in my pocket and felt in the humor to say; 'Friend, come to my home and dine tomorrow night,' though no one knew better than I that thick, high and well-guarded walls opposed our freedom. I felt satisfied, however, if not discovered, that within a few days opportunity would present itself for escape. "Each night the friar and I, closing fast the outer door, donned our corselets and helmets, and descending into the noise-deadening dungeon, practiced at cutting, thrusting and slashing at each other with our heavy short swords. "I was surprised at the natural aptitude of the man and his marvelous quickness and strength of wrist. He was a worthy opponent for me though f or more than fifteen years I had been ranked the best swordsman of Sir John's army. "One' night we lost ourselves in the interest of our close contest and made such a noise that it reached the ear of a spy passing the outer door. He tried to effect an entrance but could not; then knocking, and so loudly that finally the sound reached us, and doubtless our neighbors. 245 Nirvana "My friend, climbing out, closed the grating, put on his robe and opening the door admitted the spy. Look- ing around he discovered the key in the grating lock and stooping opened the door and peeped down. He saw nothing in the darkness but the top of a ladder; this he started down, calling for a light. "I caught him by the ankles, jerked him to the floor and called to my friend to close and bolt the grating, which he did. Whereupon I turned to the spying friar and said; 'Hand me your robe and cowl.' With these and my sword and helmet I mounted the ladder to the upper cell. "My friend said, 'What shall we do now' I'We will have to keep the spy a prisoner until we escape.' " 'But they will search for him in the morning and in doing so will visit this cell in my absence.' I'I will don his cowl and habit over my armor and we will escape tonight.' 'That is impossible, all portals are closed and guard- ed by watchmen stationed in the barbicans over each gateway. Nor can we scale the walls because the watch- men do not sleep, being put to the torture if found asleep. No one is permitted to leave after night.' " 'Then in the morning as you leave I will go wearing the garment of our prisoner.' " 'It is not possible; each face is scrutinized and no one leaves without a permit. I will leave at the regular time, procure from Sir John Hawkwood two horses, which his servant will hold for us outside the gate. When the horses are ready I will return; then we will leave together.' "Our plans settled, I returned to my dungeon and, locked in with our prisoner, in a few minutes was asleep. 246 Richard Hawkwood The prisoner sat in one corner on the floor and, from his appearance the next morning, evidently passed an un- comfortable night. "Before my friend left he passed down my sword, hel- met, and the key to the grating. He also cautioned the prisoner not to call out if any one entered the upper cell. " I set out a supply of food on which the prisoner and I breakfasted. Then, expecting that the upper cell would be visited by a searching party, I made the pris- oner lie face down on my pallet, placing the edge of my sword across the back of his neck and telling him if he made the slightest sound I would cut off his head, I stood quietly waiting. "These preparations were scarcely finished before two men entered the upper cell and looking around a bit and trying the grating, which of course was locked, they went on. "About an hour later the friar returned and I climbed up the ladder, locking the door after me. "We put on our metal corselets and swords and over them slipping cowl and habit, went out into the corridor and to the main portal. At the gate were three guards wearing metal helmets, leather jackets and each armed with sword and lance. "Mv friend told the guard I was a visiting friar of the order and was to leave in his company. This state- ment satisfied two of the guards, but the third, more careful,-said; 'You must procure a permit from the pre- late before I will open the gate.' "While arguing with him we edged towards the gate and turning quickly started to open it, whereupon he thrust at me with his lance, but my corselet turned it aside. 247 Nirvama " Quickly drawing my sword and throwing off the cowl and robe, I made a vicious thrust at him, piercing his leather jacket. He sank at my feet helplessly wounded. "My companion and I then rushed the other two who turning fled, uttering loud cries of alarm. We ran and opened the small gate, when one of my men rode f or- ward leading two horses, and mounting, the three of us rode rapidly away through a near gate of the city into the open country and by nightfall reached the camp of my horsemen. "I immediately dispatched a special messenger with a note to my wife telling of my escape and promising with- in the week to come to her. "These men were anxious to hear an account of our adventures, believing we had been to England or some distant country on important service; but I had to re- main silent to hide the identity of my faithful friend. To their inquiries I answered; 'You must be satisfied with the little we have told; I will say further my ex- periences have not increased my love for the church, or the Pope.' "At the monastery they were unable to learn who had escaped with the friar or what became of either of us. Their records showing me dead, made their investigation the more difficult. Of course, in time they learned that was a mistake and doubtless concluded that I accompan- ied the friar. "On the following morning I resumed formal com- mand and in a day or two things were moving along as though I had never been absent. The only persons to whom I ever disclosed the place of my imprisonment, were my wife, her brother and Sir John. 248 Richard Hawkwood " On the third day after I resumed command we were ordered to take an old castle which the owner, though a Tuscan, more churchman than patriot, had vol- untarily turned over to the Bologna legate. "It was situated on the mountain side and made ad- mirable headquarters for several companies of soldiers who acted as a guard for the mountain pass less than a mile distant, through which the legate's army procured supplies and beyond which we had, as yet, been unable to penetrate. "To our force of horsemen were added one hundred English bowmen and more than that number of hardy native mountaineers, whom it was thought might render valiant service in scaling or undermining the walls of the castle if we were forced to take it by assault. These additional men made our forces about equal numerically to those occupying the castle. The ex-friar and several mountaineers were the only ones of our force who had ever been within its walls or had knowledge of its in- terior arrangements. These I sent for, seeking informa- tion which might be of value in perfecting our plans for its assault. "Their description of the stronghold was such as to convince one that its taking was no easy matter. "The structure was built on a spur which jutted out from the mountain side and which on three sides was too precipitate to be scaled. The overtopping main peaks were too distant to be used by our bowmen. The only approach was across a narrow neck of land which was intersected by a deep moat, crossed only by a narrow drawbridge and against which abutted the perpendicular walls of great height and thickness. "The ex-friar said; 'A guard of six is always kept at the gate and several watchmen are stationed on the 249 Nirvana walls. I know of no way by which we can gain admis- sion except, by deception or strategy, we first gain pos- session of the drawbridge and the gate.' "'And how might that be done' 'This evening three of us dressed in the habit of the monastery of Agnoli, but wearing armor under our vesture, might approach the gate and ask leave to spend the night, stating we are traveling as messengers to Bol- ogna and have gotten separated from two companions for whom we must wait. During the night you will bring yopr men to the chestnut wood that lies along the road as you approach the castle and place a dozen of your best archers in the trees nearest the walls. On the morrow just at six we will come to the gate as though leaving the castle and stop there talking with the watchmen. When you are ready our two companions will approach the drawbridge and join us. Then we will assault the six guards and your archers at the same time must kill the watchmen on the wall. While we hold the gate you with your men must cross the drawbridge and get to us. You know we can hold out but a few moments; there must be no delay.' " 'If we adopt this plan I want you and your com- panions to understand that the danger is great and you will probably be killed by the time we cross. I will force no man to assume the risk. It will be impossible for me to go as I must lead the assault. You will choose the two who go with you and I from volunteers will select two of my best men to meet you at the gate. You shall command the squad and, if successful, Sir John and your companions shall know to whom the credit is due.' "That afternoon at four, three stalwart Italians left the camp, walking up the mountain. They were equip- 250 Richard Hawkwood ped in full armor and each carried a bundle under his arm. "They crossed a rapid mountain stream near the headwaters of the Arno and were seen no more. Shortly thereafter three peaceful-looking friars came forth and took the trail leading to the castle and the pass, as they walked along chanting in a subdued tone the vesper serv- ice of their monastery. "At twilight, dusty and sweat-stained from apparent long travel, they crossed the drawbridge just before it was raised for the night and the gates closed. When challenged by the guards they asked food and shelter for the night. The corporal of the guard interrogated them as to their business in the mountains. 'We are three of five messengers sent by our order to Bologna. One of the other two was taken sick and forced to remain in the village overnight and a compan- ion stayed with him; they will meet us here or in the pass on the morrow.' "Reporting to the officer of the day, he was directed to let them in and to provide them with food and a bed of straw in the barracks. "In the morning, just before six, they came to the gate and stood waiting. They were civilly greeted by the corporal who had let them in the night before, but who was being relieved by another corporal and guard. "The new squad let down the drawbridge and opened the gate as was the custom when no danger threatened. "The corporal in eharge, who had little love for monks and friars, turning to them said:, 'You are three big strapping fellows to be supported by charity. You should be working in the fields or else helping us fight for the church. Why they pay us to do their fighting instead 251 Nirvana of training you for that purpose I will never understand. Either one of you looks as strong as a bull and with that habit in the ditch, a helmet on your head, wearing cor- selet and sword you might pass as a soldier. Here come two more of your order; not only the cities but the mountains are full of you. No wonder there is so much poverty in Bologna and Florence.' " 'I have always wished to be a soldier. I would like to try on your helmet and sword and see how my com- panions and I look dressed as your squad.' " 'Let's see how the three beggars look in helmets, and you might just as well buckle on our swords. Let the other two across, they can join in the comedy.' "So we found ourselves within the gates with the swords of the guards in our hands. 'Remove your habits and stand forth as men.' "And so we did and, giving the defenseless, surprised and chagrined corporal a shove, I threw him into the moat and my men forced the others to follow him, where, standing in water and mud to their arm pits and facing an unscalable wall, they yelled an alarm and hoarsely bawled for help. "In the meantime, the castle and the neighboring wood were in commotion. The watchmen on the walls had been shot down by the archers as had also several soldiers who rushed to see what had caused the uproar. I had a glimpse across the draw of Captain Hawkwood and his soldiers within a hundred yards of the gate, when turn- ing, I saw more than a hundred of the castle guard run- ning towards and within a few feet of our archway. "They took us for the gate guards and yelled to draw the bridge and close the gate, but instead, sword in hand, we stood at the entrance waiting for them. Then. see- 252 Richard Hawkwood ing they faced foes, they came on, but too closely placed for free sword play. " So the five of us held the gate; then four, then three, then but two, and then I stood alone and as I pitched forward wounded and bleeding in many places, you stepped over me, followed by your men and the battle raged in the court of the castle. " (The above account was given me by the friar when he recovered. I have told it in his own words.) "In a few minutes we were masters of the wall and court and our foes masters of the castle proper. "I had reason to be thankful for our bowmen, who, ranged around and protected by the coping of the wall, made death certain for anyone daring to approach a window or port hole of the castle, else our quarters might have been most uncomfortable. "Of our five masqueraders three were dead and the other two were sorely wounded in many places. I staunched and dressed the wounds of the ex-friar. In about an hour he opened his eyes and looking at me smiled then sank into semi-conciousness. "Placing the bowmen on the walls so as to command every aperture of the castle I determined upon an assault of the main portal. The corporal and gate guards having been lifted from the moat were placed in the front line to shield us and we advanced against the great doors of the castle, using a heavy bridge timber as a ram, and in a few minutes effected an entrance, but found each foot of space which we gained a bloody conquest. "Within an hour after effecting our entrance we were in possession of the ground floor, but our enemy held the upper stories and were too strong and well fortified to be ousted by assault. 253 Nirvana "We felt certain thev were without food and water, since our assault had been a surprise, and we had cap- tured their storerooms, which were on the ground floor. "That night we rested, having placed a heavy guard at the gate and on the wall and barricaded ourselves against the upper story. The next morning I sent off fifty men to guard the pass and a messenger to report our progress to Sir John. "We saw nothing of our foes until afternoon, when we heard them carefully removing their barricades of the door; then it was suddenly thrown open and they stood ready for an assault, facing our barricade, which they had not expected to find. "Our bowmen, brought in for the purpose, let fly a shower of arrows into their faces at close range, which wounded many. They quickly closed the door and re- placed their barricades. More than a dozen of them had been killed or severly wounded by the archers. "Shortly before sundown the barricade was again removed, the door opened a few inches and a conference asked. I consented that their commander with two aids might be admitted to our quarters, "To see if they were hungry, a table was prepared with food and drink, at which I asked them to be seated, stating; 'I am about to dine, and after the meal we will discuss any matter you see fit to call up.' "While the commander ate and drank quite sparingly, I was convinced by the way the two aids responded that they were without provisions. "IWe finally agreed upon the terms of their surrender. All were to be liberated and their arms and horses re- turned, but not until they had retired from the castle and crossed through the pass into the valley towards Bologna. 254 Richard Hawkwood "Our work, in less than two days, thanks to the ex- friar and his brave companions, was completed. We were the masters of the castle and the pass, which for two years had been held against repeated assaults. "Shortly afterward we received word that the legate was dead and that his entire force had retired from Tuscanv. "The ex-friar, who now called himself Lorenzo di Puc- cio was not so seriously wounded as at first appeared. His armor and remarkable expertness as a swordsman had rendered such protection that of his more than thirty wounds only two were rated as serious; and even these, with a month's careful nursing, in my opinion, would be healed. "He was placed in the living quarters of the owner of the castle and orders were issued that he should be cared for as a member of the family. In fact, dire punish- ment was promised the thoroughly frightened owner if he was not given the most careful treatment and nursing. He was even told that the lives of the inmates and the release of the castle depended upon the complete re- covery of his patient. "The result was that Lorenzo received the most solici- tous attention from the wife and daughter of the owner. Throughout the day one sat constantly by his bedside and in time both grew quite fond of their patient, regard- ing him as a most important personage, since such par- ticular orders had been issued for his care. Lorenzo and his fair nurse, the daughter, became lovers, and sev- eral months later were married. "Everything having turned out to the complete satis- faction of Sir John-there being no longer an enemy to 255 5 Nirvana fight and the campaign practically ended-I made ap- plication for and was given leave to return home. "Upon arrival in Florence I found the city torn asunder by jealousy and dissention. Such government as existed was one of gabble. All recognized and ap- preciated that a fiercer contest than the one just happily closed was impending. "Criticism of the conduct of the war and the nature of the peace to be made appeared the principal issues but the real issue was factional rule. Though the five war commissioners, with the assistance of Sir John, had carried through the war without the loss of a single battle and had driven the Pope's legate from Tuscan territory, the campaign had not been conducted in ac- cordance with the great courage and generalship of the stay-at-homes of the other faction. "All this I perceived with great sadness, since I now claimed to be a citizen of Florence, and upon the enforcement of law and order depended the safety of my wife and property. "During my imprisonment and absence, I had, re- flectivelyvat least, become a personage of importance; as my brother-in-law, Silvestro de Medici, was the head of the Ricci, or anti-Guelph faction, now in power. It was, therefore, incumbent upon me, when I moved about the city, to be attended by a squire and even a small guard of troopers. Next to Sir John, I was considered the most important military officer in the city. "The Ricci faction was in control of the city. They had the support of the populace and the Alberti and Medici families. "The faction opposing them was known as the Guelphs and, while not directing the government, had 256 Richard Hawkwood the power to admonish. They controlled the captains of the parts, and had the support of the church, the nobil- ity and the Albizzi family. On St. John's day, when the gathering of their fol- lowers would go unnoticed in the vast holiday crowd, they had determined upon seizing the government. "In the meantime, the government, or Ricci faction, learned of their purpose, and, over their opposition, elected my brother-in-law, Silvestro, Gonfalonier, or chief magistrate of the city. "He was thoroughly familiar with their schemes for oppressing the people and, as steps towards diminishing their influence, resolved that laws should be enacted re- trenching their powers. "To do this he had first to obtain the consent of the colleague and the council and called together the two bodies the same morning for that purpose. "When he presented his proposition to the colleagues he was surprised at the opposition encountered and, con- cluding that his purpose might be defeated upon a vote, excused himself from the colleagues and went before the council, to which body he tendered his resignation, de- claring that since he could neither help the government nor the people he felt in duty bound to resign as chief magistrate. "At this, his friends in the council gave voice to stren- uous protest. They raised such a commotion that the colleagues and council, assembling together, demanded that he remain in office and the colleagues, in the midst of the greatest confusion, passed his proposed laws. "Lorenzo, the ex-friar, now married and living in Florence, was present as a spectator. He became greatly incensed at the remarks of Carlo Strossi and, seizing him 257 Nirvana by the throat, would have strangled him had not several of us torn his half-conscious victim away. "The excitement increased until the whole city was aroused and in arms. "The plebs, led by Benedetto degli Alberti and Lorenzo, who some time before had joined the wool- combers' union, and was an intimate friend and trusted lieutenant of Michael di Lando, the head of the strongest trade union or order in the city, were soon so wrought up as to be past restraint and were ready for any acts of violence. "The merchants closed their doors, the nobles forti- fied themselves in their homes and many hid their val- uables in the churches, the monastery of Agnoli, and the convent of S. Spirito. "The captains of the parts, and the other forces of the Guelph faction, gathered to organize their deferred revolution and defend themselves; but learning of the action of the colleagues and the council and perceiving the opposition too great and dangerous, separated. each hunting safety for himself. "'A part of the trade unions, particularly the members of the wool-combers, joined the mob to avenge themselves upon the Guelphs. Led by Michael di Lando, Lorenzo and myself, they broke into, looted and burned the house of Lapo, but he escaped, disguised as a monk, into the Casentino. Piero and Carlo, two other of their leaders, hid themselves and so well we could not find them. "Then we looted and burned the houses of other Guelphs and wound up our orgy by sacking and thorough- ly looting the monastery of Agnoli, at which place we found great treasure in gold and jewels, knowing just where to look for it. 25S Richard Hawkwood "Visiting my old cell in the cloisters we found in one corner of the dungeon a humped up skeleton, which led us to believe that the prison of the captive spy had never been discovered. "The next day the trade unions appointed each a syndic and these, with the colleagues, sought to quiet the city, but without success. "On the following day the unions appeared in force bearing the ensigns of their trades and, fully armed, took possession of the palace of the signory. "Upon this the council ill terror created a balia, giv- ing general power to the Signory, the colleagues, the eight commissioners of war, the captains of the parts and the trade unions to reorganize the government of the city. "The balia restored all privileges to the admonished, annulled all unpopular laws passed by the Guelphs, de- clared Lopo, Carlo and Piero traitors and outlaws, elected a new signory and appointed Luigi Guiccia, Gonfalonier. "Still the disorders continued unabated. No busi- ness was done, the shops remained closed and the pop- ulace, no better satisfied, paraded the streets in armed bands and in a dangerous humor. "The heads of the trade unions were called before the Signory, when Luigi, the Gonfalonier, speaking for the signory, asked; 'NWhat do you yet waint At your request we have taken all power from the opposition; we have restored to the admonished the power to hold office. You demanded that those participating in the riots and guilty of robbery and arson be pardoned; even this to our shame, we have granted. Yet continuously you appear before us making new demands, continue rioting and by numbers and threats seek to intimidate our body. You have so terrorized the people that no business is trans- 259 Nirvan-a acted. Where will it all end What more do vou want How will business be restored and peace brought about7 What is to become of the city Your vandalism destroys the very property which furnishes your unions with employment; your employers are powerless to continue in business or give the people work. Why do you not dis- band and return to work Your requests, reasonable and unreasonable, have been granted. What better govern- ment can you expect than the one you enjoy It is of your own choosing and based upon the fundamental prin- ciple that the supreme authority of the state is in the majority of the people.' "His suggestions, which were fair and conciliatory, might have prevailed, except that I wanted greater con- cessions for our particular union; and for that purpose frightened the weakening and consenting ones who had participated in the riots to further violence by telling them that to save themselves they must burn and loot yet more; must commit other and greater wrongs and incite others to join them, saving: "'If many commit wrongs few or none are punished; the petty criminal is chastised, but the great one is re- warded. When the whole people suffer, few seek ven- geance. The government stands great and public wrongs with more patience and resignation than private and little ones. If we hesitate, or lose, or give ground, we will be punished; if we carry our rebellion through to the extent of forcing a reorganization of the government, we conquer and are glorious. Great power is acquired by force and great wealth by fraud; the faithful in service remain in service; and the reward of honesty is poverty; men, like fishes, feed upon one another. To save your- selves you must continue to destroy and excite the op- position to such fear for themselves and their property 260 Richard Ilawkwood that they will pardon your offences and look upon you as saviors when you cease to oppress them. Shape your conduct by your desires; if you wish to be masters, con- tinue to oppress; if you wish to be banished and punished as criminals, submit. What I suggest, though dangerous, is under the circumstances not only expedient, but your only course, your only salvation.' " This reasoning, coupled with similar arguments from Lorenzo, seemed so conclusive that our auditors agreed to our suggestions, and Michael di Lando was chosen to command our organization. He was already head of the wool-combers union, the largest and most powerful in the city, supporting the plebs and the low class people. "The second night thereafter was fixed upon to put our plans into execution. We bound ourselves in mutual defense and to undertake to gain possession of the re- public. "One of our men named, Simone, was arrested and, when put to the torture, disclosed the plot. While he was being tortured, Nicolo Friano, who was repairing the palace clock, saw it and heard a part of his confession. He fled to our meeting place and reported what he had seen and heard. "Immediately we armed ourselves and, more than a thousand strong, gathered in the square of S. Spirito, and so the revolution began. "The signory issued orders that the gonfaloniers of the people and their companies should assemble in the public square at daylight the next morning, but less than a hundred men appeared under arms in support of the government, while our forces had grown to more than three thousand. 261 Nirvana " A body of the plebeians first assembled at San Pietro, but there was no force to oppose thenL Then other trade unions gathered in various squares and market places, including the palace, or public square. "They demanded from the signory that all prisoners be released, which was done, and these immediately joined our ranks. "We took the gonfalon of Justice from its bearer and under the authority of that banner burned and looted many houses and killed many of our enemies. Any mem- ber of our companies who desired to punish any private enemy or satisfy his revenge had but to call out; 'ILet us burn the house of Luigi Poggi; he is an enemy of the people and unfriendly to our order.' When leading the way he was followed by and had the assistance of the whole assemblage. "A'any a plebeian in rags was knighted during this period, and many a patrician was satisfied to lose all if he and his family but escaped with their lives. "By night of that first day our numbers had increased to more than six thousand, and before the following morning we were in possession of all the trade ensigns, were using their headquarters as barracks, and prac- tically controlled the city. "The signory, assembling, asked our wishes. We named a committee of four to confer with them. They demanded new judges, and three new companies of the arts who should have representation in the signory, one for the wool combers and dvers; one for the barbers and tailors, and a third for the lowest class of the people, that is, the unskilled laborers. We demanded a cancella- tion of all debts and that our enemies be banished or punished. These demands we forced the signory to grant, and gave our promise that disorders should cease. 262 Richard Hawkwood "The next morning, while the council was still con- sidering the proposition, a tremendous mob of the trades entered the square carrying their ensigns and so intim- idated the council and signory that the members fled with the exception of Alemanno and Niccolo. They were finally driven away by threats that if they did not leave their houses would be burned and their families murdered. " Then we entered the palace, led by Michael di Lando, who bore the standard of the gonfalonier of justice. The most of our crowd were in rags. "He took possession of the dias of the presiding of- ficer of the Signory and, turning to his followers, said; 'You are now in possession of the palace and the council hall. in control of the city and in a position to constitute yourselves the governing authority in place of those who have deserted their posts; what is your pleasureV "'We wish you for our gonfalonier and that vou govern the city as the representative of the trade unions and the people.' " 'I accept your command and shall proceed to re- store peace and order in the city.' "Though meanly clad, he was possessed of much good sense and was not without dignity and courage. With capacity and self-possession, he proceeded at once to exercise the authority he had assumed. "Lorenzo and I, who all the time had acted as his lieutenants and advisers, to hold the mob in check and at the same time settle an old score dating back to my im- prisonment in the monastery, suggested that Ser Nuto, then sheriff, be arrested and delivered to the mob. He had made himself very officious in oppressing the trades and the plebeians. 263 "While those deputized to find him were searching the city, others built a gallows in the palace square for his execution; we having determined that his execution should be the first to strike terror into those who had opposed our wishes. "He was soon found and hung by the mob from the gallows by one foot. In less than five minutes he was torn to pieces, nothing remaining but the foot by which he had been suspended. "The first order issued by Michael di Lando was that any one who burned or looted a house should be punished as Ser Nuto had been. "He removed the members of the signorv and the col- leagues and deposed the syndics of the trades. The eight war commissioners who had assumed to set up a new signory were ordered to resign, which they did. "He then assembled the newly-elected syndics of the trades and in conjunction with them created a new sir- nory, composed of four members from the plebeians, two from the major and two from the minor trades. One of the four members of the plebeians was the ex-friar, ap- pointed under his assumed name of Lorenzo di Puccio. No one ever suspicioned his former connection with the monastery of Agnoli. "Mv brother-in-law was awarded the rentals from the butcher stalls of Ponte Veccio; Michael di Lando retained for himself the provostry of Empoli; Sir John Hawkwood was made Captain General, and I was made his aid, knighted and placed in command of all merce- naries. "No sooner had order been restored than certain of the trade unions, much incensed at the prospect of work, and a majority of the plebeians who seemed better satis- 264 Nirvana Richard Hawkwood fied with disorder, sought to incite violence by charging that Michael di Lando in reformation of the government had favored the higher or richer class citizens and neg- lected his associates, who had placed him in power; a charge which was not true. Whereupon many of them took up arms and started fresh disorders. "They came before him a riotous multitude, demand- ing many changes. He ordered them to lay down their arms, stating that no concessions would be made to a show of intimidation. "His answer but enraged them the more. They with- drew and, assembling at Santa Maria Novella, appointed eight leaders and prepared to storm the palace and make good their demands. They then sent a delegation to the signory, directing that they grant their demands. "This delegation was so arrogant and threatening that Michael di Lando, losing his temper, drew his sword and, after wounding several, had them cast into prison. "When this was reported, their organization marched towards the palace. Michael, in the meantime gathering his forces, started for their place of assemblage. The opposing forces, traveling different streets, passed on the way; the mob arriving at the palace about the time that his forces reached their place of assemblage. "With his force, in which was the remnant of The White Company, he returned to the palace, where a fierce contest waged for its possession. Our opponents were vanquished and driven beyond the city walls or found safety by hiding within the city. "Order was restored and for the first time in manv months the city was quiet. Michael gave to the city a just and, for the time, a peaceful administration of three years. While he rescued the city from the lowest ple- 265 Nirvana beians, his administration was artisan-controlled and governed. The signory was made up of nine members, of which the superior trades furnished four and the in- ferior trades five members. "Shortly after restoration of order and reorganiza- tion new factions were organized between the artificers on the one side, called the plebeians, and the nobles and church on the other, called the popular party. It was discovered that certain members of the popular party were in conspiracy with Gianozzo da Salerno of Bologna, who had been prevailed upon to undertake the conquest of the city. "Piero and Carlo were accused of connection with this conspiracy and Sir John Hawkwood, Tomasso Strossi and Benedetto Alberti, with a strong force, prepared to resist this invasion. "Piero was executed. Subsequently Georgio Scali and Tomasso Strozzi made themselves offensive to the government. Tomasso fled, but Georgio was made pris- oner and beheaded. "Beginning with this, one disorder followed an- other in the political struggles between the plebeians and the popular party and the major and minor trades. "After many balias had been appointed for the re- formation of the government and there had been two general assemblies of the people, a new government was formed, controlled by the opposition. They recalled all people banished by Sylvestro. All who had acquired office by the balia of 1378 were deposed. The Guelphs were restored to power and the plebeians and trades de- posed. Michael di Lando and Lorenzo di Puccio were banished. The good they had done and the services they had rendered were quickly forgotten." l 266 Richard Hawkwood 267 The boss carpenter, after more than an hour's steady talking, stirred and groaned; he opened his eyes and sat up saying; "I have been dreaming of labor unions and fighting. I believe I will walk to Winchester, as I am expected to talk to some friends at a meeting tonight." Cc ) - op CZ X 3 THE SEARCHLIGHT. In the summer of 1918, I visited an Italian army hos- pital at Edelo. On one of the small white beds was a young soldier, horribly mangled by a bomb dropped from an Austrian airplane. I learned that he had lived seven years in New York, having been carried there by his father when a boy of fourteen. When Italy entered the war, he returned to his native land and volunteered his services. At the time he was wounded he was operating a portable searchlight. He was near death and, in unconscious monotone, spoke in English: "A year ago it looked mighty blue; we were on the run at Caparetto. Now it looks as though we might win the war within the year. Things are mighty quiet with the enemy. I have not seen an Austrian plane for more than a week. "I do love this old searchlight. How it makes the ice and snow of the mountain tops shine out in the night. When things are quiet like tonight I turn the light way down into the valley upon the house in the olive grove where Marcella lives. "She has said her prayers and lies asleep; and I, ten kilometers distant, flash the light upon her shutters. It seems I might walk upon the beam as upon a bridge of silver to her very door. "My God! Is the war to last forever Is she to live on macaroni and chestnuts and break rock upon the road in sun and rain and snow, summer and winter, until she dies Am I to stay up here within sight of her house The Searchlight but never within reach of her arms When can we ever marry7 On my pay it would take a thousand years to save a decent fee for the priest. Mother of God, be good to her! "Let's take a look at those poor devils up there in that hell of ice. No wonder our great poet pictures a section of hell as such a place. They can have no fire and must sleep with the dogs to keep warm. It looks grand in the light; but it is the graudeur of eternal winter, and eternal winter is death. It is a lonely beauti- ful region ten thousand feet above the sea. God and those boys alone will ever know the heart-bursting strain of placing their big guns, which were raised a few feet, day by day. What a land to live and fight and die in. The chasms, the sliding snow and the Austrians each de- mand and receive toll. Are the dug-outs and trenches and tunnels, in solid ice and rock, lonely places for those boys from Naples and Palermo When they look at the dolomite peaks which, too pointed to give the snow bed- ding, stick out from under the white spread of the moun- tain tops like big black horns, do they long for the azure sea and lemon groves No wonder they call the peaks the 'Horns of The Old One'; or that when my light falls upon them I think of ebon fangs protruding from white guns, and call the place 'The Mouth of Hell.' If those boys but show their heads above the crest the awful silence is broken by the roar of guns. What a life! Always under potential fire and for three years within range of the deadly machine gun and hand- grenade. "There seems little use for this searchlight tonight. The Austrians, if it be possible, are even more weary of the war, more discouraged and worse off than we. There's nothing doing; no airplare hovers above like a 270 The Searchlight great hawk to be plucked out of the darkness and clothed in lucent raiment for destruction by my arrows of light. "I will turn it down into the valley again. May it be a percursor of where I shall soon go. There's the house and her shutters and to the right on the spur of the Cima della Granite in the chestnut grove, the old church. How the gold cross on the spire stands out! "Sometimes at night the light catches the spire so I see only the cross of gold. Then the thought comes that all there is in life for the poor, or me, or any one, is the cross; and that my lot may not be so bad, even though I die here, the death of a man for men. " Since Christ had none to comfort him upon the cross, why should I have so much comfort here Is it not enough to have the bar of light and the cross of gold Can not I reach out along the bar towards the cross and say; 'Into thy hands, Father, I commend my spiritV' "When the night is dark and still I flash the bar of light from this high point down the valley and I say; 'It is the eye of God, the shepherd, searching for a lost lamb.' And, in order that the sheep may know the way into the fold, I flash the light upon the door of the church and then slowly let it climb the spire until its rests upon the cross. "Alone in the night, I have learned that the one great thing is light. With the light you may find the way. I have learned that all things bright and fair are from the Father; and understand why God first said; 'Let there he light!' I can partly measure his infinite love and compassion in offering to all, even those as poor as I, who cannot buy a postage stamp, light and the cross and the resurrection. In the light of this thought may I not in faith and peace, await the life eternal" 271