fortunate enough to be invited to them. One was always eager to go and loth to come away from these interesting assemblies where obscure medical students, embryo artists, struggling young lawyers and poor journalists were as welcome as those who had already won fame and honor and wealth, where one came in contact with the best thought and intellect of the day with great minds and souls who were simple and spontaneously happy in manner.

In time this family scattered and its members had opportunities of trying in new communitites, under different conditions, the methods which had been crowned with such success in their old home.

The lot of one daughter, Mrs. S-, was cast in a small mining town in the Middle West, and many were the trials she met with in holding to her standards. Only in applying the motto "Better that the individual suffer than that the law perish," did she learn that true philanthropy does not obliterate distinctions. It was necessary to be as wise as a serpent and as harmless as a dove, for, in a place so small, selection is apt to be considered a personal affront by those who are without the pale. Therefore, it was only by exercising rare tact that she was able to keep her home inviolate, and to win, at the same time, the good will of everybody.

There was one public school in the place where the children of all classes trudged hand in hand along the paths of knowledge with never a thought that in later life some must be the servants of others, and here arose a complication. Mary Ann, the cook, was a farmer's daughter who had associated at school with the best people of the town, hence she expected to sit down with the family at meals on the plea that "she was as good as anybody." "The point," said Mrs. S, kindly, but firmly, "is not whether you are good enough to eat at my table, but whether you are willing to .

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conform to the customs of my household, one of which is that my servants eat in the kitchen." And Mary Ann conformed.

Just as skillfully did the little lady avoid being on terms of intimacy with her butcher's wife, or her gardener's family, but all of these people had substantial proof of her warm interest in their spiritual and temporal welfare, and were convinced that she was, without exception the lovliest lady in town. A comparison of her own position with that of some of her friends who had feared to adopt her theories, taught her the truth of the old adage, "familiarity breeds contempt." And thus she proved that the same fundamental principles with regard to the social problem apply in a mining town or in any village that hold good in a large Eastern city.

Perhaps the most discouraging experience of the Trenant family was met by the daughter whose home was in a small city on our Western coast. She discovered that just as it had taken years of brave and patient pioneer labor to develop the physical resources of this new country, so it would take years of the same kind of advance work on the part of some fine souls to evolve from the present social chaos any such ideal circle as she had left in her Eastern home. Here the greatest danger is that of losing one's ideals in a homesick longing for association of some sort, and so being swept into the general current.

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by holding aloof from this, and waiting, even for months and years, for congenial souls with whom affiliation does not mean deterioration, can one hope for right society eventually.

I have used this family as an illustration because I believe that their experiences, with slight variations, show the difficulties which beset people of intelligence and refinement who are trying today to bring about ideal social relations.

will understand," said the judge, as we went back another day to Omopah, "that during the days of the old chief, called TlahTsops, there must have been a large primitive population dwelling upon this peninsula. The old chief himself had twenty wives, and his own family may have numbered fifty people. The houses, or lodges, in which they lived were commodious and fixed abodes made of planks of split cedar, and roofed with poles and pieces of bark laid like tiles. The floor was sunk two or three feet in the ground, and up from the ground, about eighteen inches high, were laid all around the walls long planks serving as floor and seats and couches, while in the center the earth was left bare upon which to build the fire. Over the fire an opening was made in the roof near the ridgepole for the smoke to escape.

"Some of the houses were eighty feet in length, each one large enough to accommodate forty or fifty persons. As at Tlah-Tsops, there were ten or a dozen such houses; we may suppose there were four or five hundred members of the tribe. They had three main villages, which were occupied according to the season of the year. That at Tlah-Tsops was the summer home.

"Chieftainship was not necessarily bestowed upon the eldest son. It was not even hereditary, but went to the one who showed the most address and ability. The chief was a father to his people, directing all important affairs, guiding public policy, and even conducting trade.

"By the coming of Konapee, who made, and taught the art of making, iron knives, and still more by the coming of other ships, which gradually sought the

Northwest coast for purposes of barter, the trade of the Tlah-Tsops and of their neighbors across the river, the Chinooks, began to assume considerable importance, and these two tribes rose in proportion in wealth and power among the natives of the whole coast region from which were gathered the waters of the river. They easily saw that it was much to their advantage to act as traders between the white men, who came with beads and blankets and scrap iron, and the Indians of the interior. From time immemorial, too, there had been a trade between the interior tribes and the coast or lower river natives. To make their seines for salmon fishing, which were dexterously woven out of wild flax, it was necessary for the Chinooks and Tlah-Tsops to trade with Indians of the upper river for the fibre. The flax grew better and stronger on the plateau inland. And for this flax fibre they exchanged the slender haiqui shells, a little volute no larger around than a lead pencil and slightly curved at the tip. like the end of a tiny horn. The value of these shells was reckoned by the length; one of a finger length was worth a horse.

"As white men began to come to the coast for barter, the articles of civilized manufacture were carried to the interior, for which not only the flax fibre, but also the furs and other native products were bought, and the Chinooks and TlahTsops became the leading people of all the western shore. And their language, or the jargon founded upon it, mixed with some French and and Spanish expressions, became the universal language of business.

"This vast increase of trade, and the consequent rise in importance of the

De, added greatly to the cares and bors of the chief, and Kobaiway, succeeding the old Tlah-Tsops, must have been a man of much ability to maintain his position.

"At some time, perhaps while he was stili quite a young man, there came a severe test of his qualities. We may

believe that it was when he was not far from beginning his career as chief, and the tribes with whom he had to do would be most likely to take advantage of his inexperience.

"At the Cascades, just above the rapids, in the bend or basin of quiet water, was the trading ground of all the tribes, of both the upper and lower river. It was neutral ground and under the sacred protection of the gods, who guaranteed safety to all. It was a wild and magnificent place, buttressed by mighty mountains. Up to the very gates of dawn the great river stretched, a shining silver highway, with here and there a rocky isle gemming its smooth surface. Below, the waters contracting, turned sharply and fell into roaring rapids.

It was to this place, at the upper end of the Cascades, that Kobaiway came trading, having left, as was customary, his canoe at the foot of the rapids, and brought his boatmen with the luggage and barter by way of the path along the shore. He was well treated by the Cayuses, the people with whom he came to trade, but the fact that he was a new chief was probably known, and it was whispered by the crafty tribe that while he could not be molested at the trading ground, he would be unprotected on the pathway down the rocky shore when he returned toward his canoes.

"At all events, while Kobaiway and his party were passing along the narrow trail, winding in and out among the boulders and thickets, heavily cumbered with their recent purchases, they were suddenly attacked by the crafty Cayuses whose intention it was to let not one of the party escape. So swift

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and unexpected was the onslaught that the Tlah-Tsops had no chance to make a defense and all were cut down save Kobaiway who walked in advance of the rest. Kobaiway was unarmed, but carried in each hand a heavy drinking cup made of the horn of the Rocky Mountain sheep and richly and fantastically carved. They were recent purchases and were valued highly, but it is not likely they were ever designed to serve the purpose to which Kobaiway put them in his dire extremity. Two of the enemy set upon him fiercely, when, turning with sudden swiftness, he lifted the horn cups and brought them down with resistless force upon the heads of the foe, stretching them at his feet. In another instant he had disappeared in the woods.

"Then followed a long wandering for Kobaiway, alone and oppressed by the loss of his party. He dared not return to the river immediately, but struck deep into the mountains, following the track of wild animals, and avoiding all possible encounter with men. At last, however, he judged that he was safe from pursuit and turned his face again toward the river.

"Weary and half famished, he finally emerged from the forest and found himself upon a cliff overlooking the broad waterway that stretched westward toward his home. There was a thick haze over the river and he could see nothing, but, borne upon the wind came the regular throb of a club beating the side of a great canoe. Like a distant drum it sounded, and as he listened he knew that his own people were mourning the death of one of the tribe. As it drew nearer he could distinguish the wailing dirge and knew that they mourned the death of their chief, seeking to ease his wandering spirit on its way to the happy hunting ground by making their lament near the scene of the tragedy. Kobaiway speedily discovered himself to them and with them returned to his own land. But that was not the end of it for Kobaiway."

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LL aboard! All aboard!" shouted a voice from the big Atlantic liner, "Umbria,' ready to leave the wharf for her regular trip to Liverpool. The ship bell sounded loud and clear, as a cab drove up close to the wharf, from which a tall, athletic man jumped quickly, and hurried towards the gang-plank.

"Just in time, by Jove!" he exclaimed, "that was a close shave! one minute later and I would have missed the boat." He pushed his way through the throng of people, hastily leaving the ship. The ropes were loosened and the big ocean greyhound slowly moved from the wharf.

Sidney Huntington found his state room, and, after arranging his belongings to his satisfaction, lit a cigar and went on deck to have a last look at the city of New York, which already was fading in the distance. Leaning on the starboard railing and indulging in an idle man's privilege, namely, dreaming of all kinds of possible and impossible. things, he was roughly awakened out of his reverie by a hearty slap on the back and a cheerful voice crying:

"Hello, Sid, old man! What are you doing here? Going to honor Europe with your august presence, eh?"

Sidney turned and faced his old college chum, Jack Knowles, whom he had not seen since he left Yale, three years before.

Italy. And yourself? What are your intentions?"

"The same as yours," replied Sidney. "Very indistinct. Let us make the tour together, we'll be company to each other. and we'll enjoy ourselves to our heart's content."

"All right," acquiesced Jack Knowles, heartily, "nothing would suit me better."

"I say, Sid," Jack continued, "have you seen our fascinating traveling companion yet? She is about the prettiest little thing I have seen for some time. I just got a glimpse of her when she came on board; but that one glimpse was sufficient to make my heart go pita-pat. Of course I went straight to the purser to find out her name. He told me that he believed her to be a young widow, trying to console herself for the loss. of a much lamented husband. Her name, he said, is Mrs. Harvey."

"Hello," said Sidney, "at it again! Your easily influenced heart on fire as usual! Well, if she is a widow, I will not break a lance with you in her behalf. You know my aversion to widows, especially young widows."

The next moment Huntington and Knowles were on the after deck, idly waching the long, silvery trench plowed by the big steamship, when Jack, suddenly grasping Sidney's arm, excitedly whispered:

"Look, look! There she is!"
"Who? Where?"

"The widow, of course! you idiot! Don't you see her? There, that lady in grey; she is speaking to the captain now. By Jove, they are coming this way."

Mrs. Harvey was a very pretty woman, with lovely auburn hair, waving about a square, low brow; violet, liquid eyes that had a way of turning black under excitement, and lips as kissable as a baby's. She was talking gaily to her companion as they approached."

"What do you think of her?" whisp

ered Jack.

"I'll tell you later about that," was the quiet reply.

"Lucky dog, that captain! I wish he would give us an introduction. I think it downright mean of him to keep her entirely to himself. He won't give a fellow a show," grumbled Jack. "Well I'll have to manage somehow to get acquainted with her."

The sun was shining brightly; the decks were crowded with people, brought up by the beautiful warm weather.

Mrs. Harvey, with an open book lying unread in her lap, was looking across the deep waters in an idle, listless fashion. Unknown to her Sidney Huntington was standing a few paces behind her chair, watching her intently, when suddenly a gust of wind swept across the deck, among other things taking Mrs. Harvey's book with it. Like a flash Like a flash Sidney darted to the rescue.

"I am afraid that you will find your book somewhat the worse for its escapade, Madam," he said, as he gallantly returned it to its owner.

"Thank you, very much," said the widow, blushing. "I am sorry to have given you so much trouble. It was very careless of me."

"The wind sprang up rather suddenly," said Sidney, in response. "It would have taken anybody by surprise."

At that moment another violent gust shook Mrs. Harvey's chair.

"Oh!" she sighed regretfully, "it's too bad, I am afraid I will have to go inside; it is geting too breezy for me."

"Don't go yet," he begged. "Let me bring you some rugs and things."

Without awaiting her answer, Sidney dashed off and presently returned with an armful of steamer rugs.

"Here they are," he said, and arranging the things carefully around her. "This will be warm enough for you, I trust. I hope to induce you to remain on deck a little longer."

"Thank you very much," said Mrs. Harvey, gratefully. "This is what I call solid comfort. Most of the passengers have gone inside, I suppose. They are not as hardy as you and I."

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"You seem to be a good sailor, Mrs. Harvey?" he said gallantly.

The widow looked up in surprise. "You have the advantage of me," she said. "You know my name, while I am in ignorance of yours."

"I beg a thousand pardons," he hurriedly explained. "I heard Captain Seabrook address you as Mrs. Harvey and took advantage of my eavesdropping." And then, raising his cap, "my name is Huntington, Sidney Huntington, madam."

"I am very glad to have made your acquaintance," answered Mrs. Harvey, cordially offering her hand.

Around the corner of the companionKnowles with bowed head, struggling way came the short, fat figure of Jack against the strong breeze, and seeing Sidney, but not preceiving the latter's companion, who was hidden by the bulkhead, against which Sidney was leaning, cried out:

"What in the devil are you doing there the whole afternoon, and in this beastly weather, too?" Then coming closer, and seeing the lady, "Oh, beg pardon, beg pardon," he added confused.

"Mrs. Harvey," said Sidney, without taking notice of this tirade, "kindly allow me to present to you my friend, Mr. Jack Knowles."

Sidney soon became the fascinating widow's constant companion. They walked the deck together. Together they sat, always talking and laughing, and making pook Jack miserable. Together they watched passing ships through Sidney's field glass, and in the evenings were partners at whist.

"I believe I am in love," mused Sidney one day, "and with a widow! Who would have believed it! Sid, old man! this won't do! You must keep away from her. She is such a lovable little thing, though. If only she were not a widow! I wonder what kind of man her husband was? and who he was? and how he happened to come to his death? It's strange, she never mentions him; as a rule these interesting widows are very fond of speaking of the 'dear departed.""

"Not dancing attendance, Sid? How is that?" questioned Jack Knowles, com