Ethel Morton at Chautauqua

ly rubbing his eyes he had rolled off his cot and stared out of the window to see in what dire

ned the latch of the door that opened on th

house was perfectly quiet, for the Ethels, tired after their strenuous afternoon, were lying in the hammocks behind th

pinned to the muslin that framed her dressing glass. Dicky climbed on a chair and examined them attentively. Most

matches lay beside it ready for instant use if hot water should be needed in the night. Dicky had not seen the l

rward a chair he mounted upon it, secured his prize, and then laboriously clambered down, breathing heavily from his exertions. Helen

y. The tripod underneath held in its embrace a metal container-the thing out of which the pretty blue flame had shot up wh

down and up again. They were safety matches and the production of a light from their unresponsive heads

the lamp and dropped the match into the inside. It was a rapturous sight. The ligh

orchestra stall. It was the prettiest thing he had eve

to have started a small tempest of breezes. One after another dashed in from door and window and played tag and jostled the flickering light. It bent this way and that way and crouched b

Dicky watched the fire, fascinated with its speed and its faint

float down on him. The mirror was not so pretty as it had been, even with Helen's silly souvenirs on it; indeed it had a quee

caught a piece of the flame on its corner. It was nice to watch, but it was rather hot in this room

ept on to the roof of the porch and that had no stairs. The room roared in his ears and a bit of the hot black stuff fell on his hand. He rushed on to the p

mock and her drawing behind

frantically as she plunge

open the door into Helen's. A rush of smoke an

reamed. "Dicky!

rackle of the fire

again. "Ethel's com

rs-on the porch. Creeping on her hands and knees she reached through the door and seized him by the abunda

lk and wheedling she pulled him through the porch door and across the floor to the entry door. As she opened it t

ed Dicky; "run to James Hancock's

her ear. It came from Ethel Blu

hrieked Ethel Brown. "What's the matter? Can

en's room again. A scorching blast drove her back and she gave up the attempt. Thrusting her head out of the window she screamed "Fire," and at the same time saw Dicky running sa

When she looked from the window she had seen the red gleam of a fire alarm box on a tr

she was equally glad when she saw Mary running from the direction of the Pier. Margaret Hancock called to her that Dicky was safe. Ethel waved her understanding,

other of spoons into Ethel Blue's upheld skirt. "Here's the butter dish. It's lucky we left the tea set at

to go with you," w

Ethel Brown who found herself

them down. A woman from the boarding house next door began to carry out the china and lay it on the grass,

these men struggling as hard to hold it back as those from the hotel were pulling. Down the same hill came the water hose, and yet other chemicals from the business block, the Bo

igade which tried to wet down the roof. Consternation reigned when a shout drew the attention of the firemen to the flaming of the sun-dried shingles in o

houses closely crowded beyond. At this critical instant the honk of an automobile horn drew the crowd's attenti

in the nick of time they came, two hose wagons usually drawn by man power but now attached to the automobiles of two publ

ng and the threatened cottages to Miller Park bearing china and glass and furniture. Some one threw Grandmother Emerson's trunk out of the window. It proved not to be locked and its contents spurted all over the walk before the house. Ethel Brown saw it and stuffed clothes and books back into it and called to two men to take it away. Some excited person in the boarding house b

a chair amid the piles of furniture to comfort him. From the direction of the Hall of Philosophy where they had been awaiting the coming of the Reading Hour came Mrs. Morton and Mr. Emerson, breaking into a run as they approached near enough to

l me," demanded Mrs. Morton, while he

house. I didn't help E

Ethel? Is

med to increase t

's Grandmother with Dicky. St

y the arm and looked he

Try to control yourself. Do

be of any assistance until Mrs.

," she directed, "and keep him

wardice! She burst into tears again as she crossed the green. Dicky, whom Mrs. Emerson had only partially succeeded in quieting, broke i

, sweet voice, and a pink-cheeked, white-haired woman

your eyes and sit down here quietly. Show the little boy these pictures

ere if you need me. There'

two teams, the umpire, and the scorer bringing up the rear. Roger and James and Helen were with this crowd, and they dashed frantically into action when they fo

d into his grandfather's ear above the

thers are. I'm going in to find your grandmother," and while Roger rushed after Ethel to question h

over him and a nurse who had left her rest hour at the hospital to run to the fire, helping him give first-aid. When he recovered consciousness they summon

s wife soon discovered him and told him of the

Mortons had been occupying. By good luck, it seemed now, it had not been let for the summer, and by greater good luck it had come out of the fire unscathed, thanks to the direction of the wind. It was furnished and ready for use, and Mrs. Hancock and Margaret and James busied themselves carrying over bedding and towels and table linen

the Director of the Institution stopped at the por

ting Ethel Brown's shoulder. "I watched her a

smoke-begrimed and her face dirty, smile