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abnormally bright child who overworks unclean bedrooms, impure air, and bad and underplays; to rank “do-nothing" light at home. Children who are permitailments with ailments that come from ted to spend years in one grade because overwork and underpay; to stimulate a unable to breathe through the nose, will desire for periodical physical examination not of their own initiative correct living after school age; to show how habits of conditions at home that produce adenoids, health enhance efficiency; to shatter her- enlarged tonsils, bad teeth, and underedity bugaboos and illuminate heredity nourishment. The biological engineer, be truths; to make of every school child a he an agent of the Department of School militant teetotaler who abstains from Hygiene proposed for every city, county, measles, typhoid, scarlet fever, tubercu- and state, or school physician, county losis, dirty streets, and impure air as well superintendent, or mere teacher, can tell as from alcohol and tobacco; to arouse as whether eyes and teeth and nose need atmuch indignation against waste of baby- tention; whether there is dry sweeping or life because of unclean milk or ignorant no sweeping; whether floors are cleansed care as against the pipe and decanter; to and rooms ventilated once a week, once a inculcate a love of self-control and self- month, or daily; whether hygienic living respect that will operate against coffee is possible and necessary for the childand tea and gormandizing as well as ren in his care. National, state, and city against cocktails and cigarettes; to break superintendents should see to it that up the alliance of patent-medicine ven- neither curriculum, home-study, schoolders with newspapers and legislators; to building, nor school-atmosphere manuteach, in a word, that “natural law is as factures physical defects. sacred as a moral principle," and that the Children drilled throughout their violation of natural law by means of cor- school-days to live up to and stand up sets, high-heeled shoes, cosmetics, need- for their health rights, as they are drilled less visits to physician and drug store, on the playground to stand up for their or unnatural living, is anti-social even personal rights, will know how to live though the citizen never touches alcohol up to and stand up for the rights conor tobacco. Finally, children may be ferred upon them as factory operatives, taught to realize that their own bound- tenants, and taxpayers. All of these gains ing vitality is a most important factor in are compatible with the desire to lessen determining the health and efficiency of the evils that come from alcohol and all who come in contact with it.

tobacco. When hygiene practice at But no matter how broad the motive school approximates hygiene instrucfor hygiene precept, children will not be tion, and when the hygiene taught at convinced and will not practice what they school aids the child to discharge the are taught, unless drilled during school- duties of wage-earner and citizen without life in habits of health. It is here that jeopardizing the health of his neighbor, biological engineering is indispensable. the power of alcohol and tobacco will be Children who sit in unclean schoolrooms, seriously threatened, and a race with inbadly lighted and ventilated, will tolerate creasing vitality insured.

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SPINSTERHOOD

BY “JANE CARMYN”

I have looked on the king. From out of the North he came;

The world was busy and blind; but my heart took wing
At the light in his face, and the truth swept out like a flame,

And I said, “ 'Tis the king!”

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The depths of my soul felt the breath of a strange new word,

And an unfledged joy I bore on my breast unseen.
All my life dreamed into the voice that my spirit heard,

Singing, “Thou art the queen.”

But the king passed by with never a glance at me;

He was gazing aloft at a star, or down at a stone,
With a brow that pondered and eyes that were keen to see.

And I wait, alone.

THE LITTLE SATYR

BY MARGARET SHERWOOD

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When the loud uproar bad died into tiger, led hither chained, as he had been? silence, Onites wakened from the stupor Dimly, through the pain of his wounds, into which he had fallen, and raised him- came back the memory of the leopard's self on his elbow. At first he was aware attack, but of the tiger's fierce onset and of nothing save the empty amphitheatre the leopard's retreat he knew nothing. ringed by blue sky, against which the Leaping from seat to seat of the irregular long grass of the encircling hill lay softly amphitheatre in swift chase, they had green, and he marveled. Had he fought terrified the spectators into panic-stricken the beasts and won to death, and was this flight; and now, from far, could be heard the quiet of paradise ? Something dripped the cries of men in pursuit, whom the from the hair overhanging his eyes; he escaping beasts were leading far away lifted a trembling hand and found it among the hills. He staggered slowly to blood. Then the pungent sweetness of his feet, the sunshine of the spring afterbroken lilies smote him; he saw the noon warm upon his face. No eye was wreaths of flowers with which he had watching, and he could go free. been decked, and remembered. But He went free, with unsteady steps, where were the shouting people, tier following the breeze which met him at upon tier, who had cried out in glee to the entrance to the amphitheatre and see him fight the beasts, leopard and invited him away. Below, to westward,

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lay the roofs of the river-bordered city sudden flight left him with a sense as to which the Roman soldiers had brought of the impact of tiny hoofs upon his him yesterday, - Misetum, he had heard shoulder. He heard quick breathing, them say, two days' march from home. though he could not see; then, in answer The blood within him quickened as he to his coaxing, Come, come, come,” felt the cool grass beneath his feet, and with which he had been used to call turned eastward away from the city and old dog Regulus, – a martyr, too, slain from men. There lay soft-wooded hills; by the soldiers,

he heard the wary, in their gracious hollows he could perhaps slow approach of cautious feet, and, find healing for his wounds.

as they came nearer, he found himself As he threaded his way among the changing to the endearing words wheretrees, not content with the first shelter with he had won little Paulus. Nearer but craving deeper shade, he thought and nearer, — he could see now, and he heard now and then the music of a the two studied each other in the growing rude flute, calling, calling, but it brought light wherein the ferns were green again. a sense of safety rather than alarm. The It was with a thrill of surprise that Onites

a mercy of bodily hurt hid from him the saw the thin child's body set upon the profounder misery of thought, and it was hairy shanks of a little goat, and yet the not until he had found a deep retreat of elfish, pointed chin, and merry, sidelong shadowed ilex trees, through whose roots eyes came to him as something known a stream trickled among the pale green

and loved long ago. ferns, that memory came back to him. Come hither,” begged the man, from Tertius and Astia, his beloved friends, his bed of moss and fern; but at the moand Paulus their little child, slain before tion of his hand the baby satyr started his eyes in the underground church where back with frightened eyes. “Pretty, pretthey had been safe so long! And he, be- ty, pretty,” coaxed Onites, in a voice that cause he had fought so fiercely with a had won back some of the eloquence of sword wrested from one of the soldiers, those breathing creatures that knew no had been saved for cruel combat in the words. A little laugh was the response, a arena. “If he likes so to fight, let him laugh that was half a bleat, as the small fight the beasts,” they had said as they thing came nearer, its muscles more and bound his hands and carried him away. more tense as if for swift flight. EndearTertius and Astia and little Paulus, ing words drew it closer, until, with brightwould any come to give them burial ? ening, fearful eyes, it touched his outMaking over their remembered faces the stretched palm with a horny little hand sign of the cross, he lost consciousness which seemed not yet wholly used to the again, his head resting on wet fern, that ways of its own fingers. Caressingly the wild-wood music the last sound in his man stroked the soft throat and neck, ears.

with a suspicion of soft, hairy coat upon Of the coming of starlight over the vast them, and the satyr-child smiled, an arch wood he knew nothing, for he passed into and pointed smile, then cuddled close a deep sleep, but in the darkness he was again, its arms across his chest, its bare wakened by a rough tongue touching his bosom upon his beating heart. face, and, putting out a groping hand, As the day waxed and waned, the small he found a shaggy, friendly little head, thing came and went, passing between and slept again. Later, he felt the grate- the wounded man and a world of which ful warmth of some small breathing he had not dreamed. Faint sounds of creature against his side, and lay very merriment stole to him through the forest still for the comfort of it. In the twilight silences. He heard far, joyous cries, and of morning a motion startled the wild more than once caught the echo of rough, thing nestling beneath his arm, and its dancing feet, stepping to the music of the

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Aute. The little creature brought him heart to pity, and he strove, but unsuemilk in a bit of wood, hollowed by sun cessfully, to reach it with the comfort and rain, and once it thrust into his of his touch. In every aspect, whether hand a rude cake from which it had been swinging by its hands from some low nibbling. Seeing him eat this, it ran away tree-branch, and vainly trying with hard and brought a branch of young and hind-hoofs to climb; or lying down, its tender leaves, laughing with him as he throat stretched full along the ground in laughed out on his bed of pain at the that complete rest of the happy animal, it thought of browsing goat-wise. Relief charmed away his pain. The endless jov came to him in watching the tiny, whim- of its gamboling he shared through all sical, humorous face, and in listening to his feverish unrest, and he marveled with the playful dashes, sideways, over the increasing tenderness at this creature, earth, and the swift gamboling back to neither child nor beast, but having the his side. Why it returned, he was too winsome ways of both. Was it more weak to ask himself; perhaps a tenderer venturesome than its kinsfolk, that it had touch than it had ever known won it trudged away through the forest to find back, making it hunger along unknown him, and was it guarding from the others ways.

the secret of his presence here? It came Onites found himself dreading the to him with little appealing motions, night, with the thought that his wild rubbing its head against his arm, as if friend might not be at his side; but night hungering for his touch; and as he cabrought the comfort of its breathing, close ressed the small shaggy head, the misagainst his breast, and its outstretched chievous eyes softened, but wondered throat lay for fuller comfort upon his arm. still

upon his face, as if finding there a In the day that followed, and the next prophecy for its own. day, and the next, it gave him elfish serv- As Onites grew weaker, the fever ice, bringing food enough of fruit and lessened, perhaps because of the cool last year's nuts to keep life within him. water trickling against his wounds, Walnut and chestnut it cracked with its and his mind grew clear. Watching, he own hard teeth, seeing his helplessness, was filled with

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of this small creature and the sick man ate, dipping water from and his kin whose dancing in the forest the stream in the hollow of his hand and

spaces was so gay. To feel the soft air drinking. The young thing laughed glee- thus, untroubled by any hope, would be fully at this clumsy fashion, and with a life whose richness he had no power to bent head and dainty, lapping tongue fathom, and he longed, lying wounded in showed him the real way to drink. this cool shade, that it might be his, if Sometimes he was alone for hours; then but for a moment, before his farewell to the leaves would suddenly break into shadow and sunlight. Had they gained, motion and the little satyr would dart he and his fellows who chose the way of out, gamboling now on two legs, now on suffering, he asked himself, anything four, as if trying to win this new com- commensurate with what they had lost? panion to its pranks. It was gayer than Across the sickness in throat and any child, yet terror lurked nearer its hands, he seemed to share that thrill of heart, — fear, not of the dark, but of dancing feet. Hunger and pain and shadlight rustling sounds, which always owed days in their hidden places of prayer brought its alert, listening head high in had they won aught else in exchange the air, every muscle tense for flight. for simple gladness foregone, - the Once, when by a swift leap it struck its whole of life it might be? Through the head sharply against a tree-trunk and joyous satyr-music, now drawing nearer stood motionless, giving no cry, the and nearer, memory groped in vain for dumb endurance of pain stirred the man's the reason why they had made this hard

choice, he and his forefathers, from that In mid-afternoon, answering the call of day, long past, of which he had been often the flute, the flock started homeward, the told, when one, beautiful of face, had alien slipping among them unnoticed. In stood upon a high green hill to tell of a sheltered spot at some distance from the great gain of loss. Through mystic the city visible to southward, the shepsymbol and the voice of prayer, and the herd stopped and looked cautiously about, music of hymns, the secret had come while the flock fell to nibbling the tender down to him, but his weakened conscious- grass. Lifting the branches of a lowness groped for it in vain. What could it growing acacia tree, the lad disappeared be that lay beyond the flickering shadows from sight, the satyr-child following, of the trees, the beckoning of the sun- down a passageway which was dark but shine? It was in dreaming on beloved which challenged him to enter. The small faces, with their evidence of holy things, hoofs stepped timidly, yet with fresh sense that the endless hope came back to him, of adventure, along the moist descending Tertius and Astia and the others, whose path, and the slanting eyes widened, very look was a call to immortal life; and half in fear, half in wonder, at the dimly remembered notes of their voices at even- lighted space below. Before the altar song brought him assurance, high notes, burned low lamps, each with a single admitting no retreat.

flame; the bare walls were covered with The satyr-child seemed half to divine symbols which the little satyr failed to the deeper suffering of this third day, and, notice. Pax Christi, the palm branch, before it danced away on wayward hoofs, the phænix rising with fresh wings from bent above him with a rough kiss, which the ashes, - of the deep significance was but the drawing of a quick red tongue these rude signs bore, the shaggy little along his cheek.

head held no dream. Perhaps stung to restlessness by the One by one, rough shepherd-folk crept look of the sick man's face, full now of the to this strange service, a pet kid folcertainty of the great change, it wan- lowing the latest comer, to lie happidered farther than was its wont along a ly by his feet as he knelt, not dreamfaint path that led out of the shadows of ing its sad eminence as a symbol of ilex and of beech into open spaces it had the lost. The odd visitor from the fornever seen. Its dainty whim beguiled it est escaped notice in the dusky corner along the trickling of a brook, running where it had hidden, frightened by the between soft grassy banks, to a wide pas- stealthy footsteps. With eyes alive with ture land, where it ran up and down with curiosity it watched and listened, fascia homesick cry, suddenly conscious of its nated through the terror; then would distance from the others of its kind. For have scampered away, when all were wonder of the unknown ways it went on, kneeling, save for the music, strange but as was its wont, and, beyond a gentle rise sweet, and

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soft lest it should betray of ground, came upon a herd of goats, this hiding-place to the spoiler. Yes, nibbling the juicy grass in the morning surely this was music, and yet it hurt!

' sunshine. With a joyous bleat, as if recog- There was a wholly new feeling in the nizing its near kin, it slipped in among hairy throat, and the shining eyes were them, not disdaining the tender herbs nearer than they had ever been before to which they were cropping, and giving human tears. It put one rough hand up itself up to jolly play with the kids. The to still the pain, — when the singing sound of the flute took away its grieved ceased, the last notes floating richly out sense of loneliness, and the shepherd, with sun-bleached hair and goatskin gar- One by one, the kneeling worshipments, brought the wild thing only a ers arose, and stole away; and in the sense as of being with its own.

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