Ethel Morton at Chautauqua

hitheatre. Usually Mary or one of the older members of the family stayed at home with the children. On this occasion, howeve

when they reached it and made their way as far forward

quickly when the time came. There seemed to be an unusual spirit of gayety in the audience, they thought, for many people were being playfully urged by their friends to go up

of chairs were placed ready for the contestants. At the back a large table was loaded wit

. After giving a short history of the Annual Spelling Match, which dated back to the early days of the Assembly, he announced that the cont

the announcement Helen whispered

, Pennsylvani

ther states. You ought to see them stand up o

ing was to be accepted as correct if it were confirmed by any of the dictionaries on the stage-Worcester, Webster, the Standard, and the Century. The judges were professors from the faculty of the Summer Schools and t

come forward, stating as they step on the

ctor announced their partisanship. They were all, as it happened, from New York,

er and half a dozen to the other side. Mr.

thy, who was between the two Ethels. They saw a slender wom

of Dicky and me the day of

her of stenography was another. Between the detachments the Director cheered on the laggards with humorous remarks, and after each joke the

lled while there remained two vacant pla

to stand up against New York, Pennsylvania, and O

omen rose at the same time. They were

o you see?" cried Helen, leaning acros

r, while at the same moment Margaret and James were exclai

for the defence of the Rest of the World and the anno

ebullitions" only seven representatives of the Rest of the World were left. A Kentuckian who had overpowered some giants was beaten by "centripetal"; Grandfather Emerson's omission of a "p" in "handicapped," Mrs. Morton's des

ng frantically, while the two Ethels told everybody n

xplosion swept away the last of the Tri-state forces, a

repeated Ethel Brown in high spirits to her gr

the Mrs. Smith who is my embro

er. Ethel, Granny knows Dorothy's mother. She tea

ing embroidery in an art store in Illinois last w

child," said Mrs. Morton.

s of baskets, and this year she's doing stenciling in my class, and her mother says that if she does it a

her mother's clever finge

n the lake and at its upper end, two or three miles away, the lights of Mayville twinkled through the trees. Boats and canoes were drawing in toward the shore, for Chautauqua custom demands that e

and their occupants stepped on the wet planks with happy shrieks o

ic," said Roger. "I don't see where the romance c

s of protest fr

if a fellow was a hard-hearted fool, but I'd like to have you tell me

her to support him or to contradict him, but James was a s

ant to look at it that way there are things happenin

ow," demanded Roger.

found out that it was Dorothy's mother she had been taking embroidery lessons from. Somehow that seems

mely, for Roger was s

hty commonplace

k." James suddenly came to Helen's rescue to her great grat

ied Margaret.

ways seemed to me it was romantic because it was different from the way

n," cried Margaret.

r then than they are now and Uncle George's father-Dad's grandfather-insisted that he should go into a certain kind of busines

e ever wr

ain, even if she didn't get any answer, so that he would know that somebody kept on loving him and looking for him to come back. But

t his uncle would turn up, perhaps awfully rich or perhaps with adventures to t

e had turned up, but he didn't," ret

n. "I'd forgotten it. It's nearer than yours; it's our own au

ve. Now that is roma

d see if it beats

chard's sister. She was older than they. She f

you think your story is romantic-

, of course," declared Margare

't think music was a man's business. People us

long hair looking like jays." So James summed up the causes o

short on cash all right," Roger took up the story. "Grandfather said he couldn't

ems to me-if you'll excuse my com

er was right, but she wouldn't ask for help or come home again, and after a

en; "I always feel that some time she m

ery loyal," murmured Margaret. "What

r saw her. She left home before

e about her once,"

r told me he hadn't mentioned her fo

t Grandfather made a mistake in not helping the fellow along and then letting

urn up," cried Helen. "I suppose your uncle is too o

o admit that there's

the Morton brother and sister said "Good-night" to the Hancock sister and brother and went down the path t