Ethel Morton at Chautauqua

rson's hat-box and valise; and there was their daughter, Lieutenant Roger Morton's wife, with a tall boy and girl, and a short girl and boy of h

said Mrs. Morton to her older son, "so

the party and who was eager that every arrangement should run smoothly. After a c

behind the station. We c

ike his father. Mrs. Morton sighed a little, too, for although she was accustomed to the long absences required of a naval

mean a short leave for the Lieutenant, it had not come to pass, and it looked as if he would have to spend the summer under the Mexican sun. His wife drew a little comfort

ho had already announced his intention of being a motorman when he grew up, and who

dear. Ask G

ry for Helen. Grandfather will tell her all about it. We

Street,'"

ng tickets which were to take them all to Chautauqua and home again. Back of them were the two girl cousins of nearly the same age, about thirteen, both named Ethel Morton and strikingly alike in appearance. Their schoolmates had nicknamed them from the color of their eyes,

last seat of the four, Grandmother eagerly looking out of the window to recall t

fond of history and had just taken a prize offered to the first year class of the high school for th

r boat around some obstruction. For instance, suppose you were an Indian traveling in a canoe from Lake Ontario to Lake Erie, you would have to carry y

dn't climb a tre

hat," accepte

rfalls around here?

are on was an obstacle to the Indians wh

said Helen. "They padd

riding side of this mornin

e gray cloud that we could see

Ethels at once; "

had to carry their canoes over the twelve miles of country that we

we are

very spot where they put their canoes into the water

eet tired?" aske

eturned Roger, leaning forward

to rest them, for they didn't have to leave their boats agai

the party except Dicky whose knowledge of geography was limited to

qua is the little stream called the Chadakoin River. It flows in

he Allegheny and the Monongahela join to form the

into the Gulf of Mexico!" con

two girls' heads. Finding that their hats prevented this brotherly and cousinly attention he contented

dow. "Just imagine all those tall brown men carrying their canoes on their shoul

went over this stretch of country i

resident?" Mr. Wilson, the former Governor of his own state,

ho came here, but I want you to notice the farms we are goin

grape vines in all

"This is one of the greatest grape-growi

oger. "Why is it? Is the so

nly just now beginning to climb a little, and you see we are some dist

a strip of flat land lying al

strip about a hundred miles long and from two to

morning reading a newspaper c

elt," suggested Mrs. Morton. "I've been told that some

rich in places where there had been water long ages ago," said

o be just what the grapes like best, and you can see for yourse

commented Ethel Blue. "I've onl

t as well as use," said Mr. Emerson. "Along the Rhine and

the posts must give a better chance to every part

icking, that arrangement saves the work of carrying the baskets to the cart. These are the days when

t made up his mind to enter the factory of one of his grandfather's friends and who read

yan gets his grape juice," said Mrs. Morton. "I noticed a

factories there," said her mother,

embering the grape juice lemonade that was a pleasant part

Mrs. Emerson, "but I've been told that it is som

ell go down there and live out of doors and the fresh ai

ome from Buffalo and Cleveland to

it would be pr

aid according to the amount he picks, so his employer does not lose if

aused them all to turn their heads

ndmother? A clou

smiled and s

in," she

he front part is water, blue water, a

t over Westfield to the vineyards that lay between the railroad track and the

cried Roger, pointing to a feather of

th the sun on it quite near the shor

r to Barcelona," said Mrs. Emerson. "When I wa

t?" asked h

is a tiny fishing village, with nets hung up picturesquel

ys gathered bits of stray information as he went along and

very spot at which the Indians from Canada used to land when

as known lon

uguese fishermen a long time afterwards wanted to establish a fis

n we go there?"

will take you out. Or we c

wow,

ere with Roger, happier if his grandfather went, too, and happiest if the e

ry was serving her well after ten years, "there used to be an

Mrs. Morton. "Why does th

name. The scene was laid hereabouts, and the drawi

at?" asked

g to it in a

ed to put their canoes in Lake Chautauqua just afte

r ro

nsisted Eth

ll the rest of them laughed unsympathetically except M

't be expected to know every da

hills rolling away from its elevation, seemed bright and attractive to the travellers. The new courthouse s

k," called Roger who had been going from one side of th

that her mother had a strong objection to that expression of disappr

renchmen, Grandfather?" asked

so near to Chautauqua now, so I shall have t

the other side of the car. "See, how near the lake is. See, t

uqua fence, I suspect," s

's that little tent on the other

uch attention to grandmother although

om the road to the lake. That's a fence guard's tent. What's a fence guard? A man to show the nearest way to the gate to people who want to take a short cut thro

. "Have you all got your bundles

his best manner, for on the platform were several young men who looked as if they might be good friends if they were impressed at the start t