The element of real heroism, however, came into Miss Lois’s life in her persistent effort to employ Indian servants. Through long years had she persisted, through long years would she continue to persist. A succession of Chippewa squaws broke, stole, and skirmished their way through her kitchen, with various degrees of success, generally in the end departing suddenly at night with whatever booty they could lay their hands on. It is but justice to add, however, that this was not much, a rigid system of keys and excellent locks prevailing in the well-watched household. Miss Lois’s conscience would not allow her to employ half-breeds, who were sometimes endurable servants; duty required, she said, that she should have full-blooded natives. And she had them. She always began to teach them the alphabet within three days after their arrival, and the spectacle of a tearful, freshly-caught Indian girl, very wretched in her calico dress and white apron, worn out with the ways of the kettles and the brasses, dejected over the fish-balls, and appalled by the pudding, standing confronted by a large alphabet on the well-scoured table, and Miss Lois by her side with a pointer, was frequent and even regular in its occurrence, the only change being in the personality of the learners. No one of them had ever gone through the letters, but Miss Lois was not discouraged.
THE CIRCUS AT DENBY.
BY SARAH ORNE JEWETT.
I cannot truthfully say that it was a good show; it was somewhat dreary, now that I think of it quietly and without excitement. The creatures looked tired, and as if they had been on the road for a great many years. The animals were all old, and there was a shabby great elephant whose look of general discouragement went to my heart, for it seemed as if he were miserably conscious of a misspent life. He stood dejected and motionless at one side of the tent, and it was hard to believe that there was a spark of vitality left in him. A great number of the people had never seen an elephant before, and we heard a thin, little old man, who stood near us, say delightedly: “There’s the old creatur’, and no mistake, Ann ‘Liza. I wanted to see him most of anything. My sakes alive, ain’t he big!”
And Ann ‘Liza, who was stout and sleepy-looking, droned out: “Ye-es, there’s consider’ble of him; but he looks as if he ain’t got no animation.”
Kate and I turned away and laughed, while Mrs. Kew said, confidentially, as the couple moved away: “She needn’t be a reflectin’ on the poor beast. That’s Mis’ Seth Tanner, and there isn’t a woman in Deep Haven nor East Parish to be named the same day with her for laziness. I’m glad she didn’t catch sight of me; she’d have talked about nothing for a fortnight.” There was a picture of a huge snake in Deep Haven, and I was just wondering where he could be, or if there ever had been one, when we heard a boy ask the same question of the man whose thankless task it was to stir up the lions with a stick to make them roar. “The snake’s dead,” he answered, good-naturedly. “Didn’t you have to dig an awful long grave for him?” asked the boy; but the man said he reckoned they curled him up some, and smiled as he turned to his lions, that looked as if they needed a tonic. Everybody lingered longest before the monkeys, that seemed to be the only lively creatures in the whole collection….
Coming out of the great tent was disagreeable enough, and we seemed to have chosen the worst time, for the crowd pushed fiercely, though I suppose nobody was in the least hurry, and we were all severely jammed, while from somewhere underneath came the wails of a deserted dog. We had not meant to see the side shows; but when we came in sight of the picture of the Kentucky giantess, we noticed that Mrs. Kew looked at it wistfully, and we immediately asked if she cared anything about going to see the wonder, whereupon she confessed that she never heard of such a thing as a woman’s weighing six hundred and fifty pounds; so we all three went in. There were only two or three persons inside the tent, beside a little boy who played the hand-organ.
The Kentucky giantess sat in two chairs on a platform, and there was a large cage of monkeys just beyond, toward which Kate and I went at once. “Why, she isn’t more than two thirds as big as the picture,” said Mrs. Kew, in a regretful whisper; “but I guess she’s big enough; doesn’t she look discouraged, poor creatur’?” Kate and I felt ashamed of ourselves for being there. No matter if she had consented to be carried round for a show, it must have been horrible to be stared at and joked about day after day; and we gravely looked at the monkeys, and in a few minutes turned to see if Mrs. Kew were not ready to come away, when, to our surprise, we saw that she was talking to the giantess with great interest, and we went nearer.
“I thought your face looked natural the minute I set foot inside the door,” said Mrs. Kew; “but you’ve altered some since I saw you, and I couldn’t place you till I heard you speak. Why, you used to be spare. I am amazed, Marilly! Where are your folks?”
“I don’t wonder you are surprised,” said the giantess. “I was a good ways from this when you knew me, wasn’t I? But father, he ran through with every cent he had before he died, and ‘he’ took to drink, and it killed him after a while; and then I begun to grow worse and worse, till I couldn’t do nothing to earn a dollar, and everybody was a-coming to see me, till at last I used to ask ‘em ten cents apiece, and I scratched along somehow till this man came round and heard of me; and he offered me my keep and good pay to go along with him. He had another giantess before me, but she had begun to fall away considerable, so he paid her off and let her go. This other giantess was an awful expense to him, she was such an eater; now, I don’t have no great of an appetite”—this was said plaintively—”and he’s raised my pay since I’ve been with him because we did so well.”…
“Have you been living in Kentucky long?” asked Mrs. Kew. “I saw it on the picture outside.”
“No,” said the giantess; “that was a picture the man bought cheap from another show that broke up last year. It says six hundred and fifty pounds, but I don’t weigh more than four hundred. I haven’t been weighed for some time past. Between you and me, I don’t weigh as much as that, but you mustn’t mention it, for it would spoil my reputation and might hinder my getting another engagement.”
Then they shook hands in a way that meant a great deal, and when Kate and I said good-afternoon, the giantess looked at us gratefully, and said: “I’m very much obliged to you for coming in, young ladies.”
“Walk in! Walk in!” the man was shouting as we came away. “Walk in and see the wonder of the world, ladies and gentlemen—the largest woman ever seen in America—the great Kentucky giantess!”
NEW YORK TO NEWPORT.
A Trip of Trials.
BY LOUISE CHANDLER MOULTON.
The Jane Moseley was a disappointment—most Janes are. If they had called her Samuel, no doubt she would have behaved better; but they called her Jane, and the natural consequences of our mistakes cannot be averted from ourselves or others. A band was playing wild strains of welcome as we approached. Come and sail with us, it said—it is summer, and the days are long. Care is of the land—here the waves flow, and the winds blow, and captain smiles, and stewardess beguiles, and all is music, music, music. How the wild, exultant strains rose and fell—but everything rose and fell on that boat, as we found out afterward. Just here a spirit of justice falls on me, like the gentle dew from heaven, and forces me to admit that it rained like a young deluge; that it had been raining for two days, and the bosom of the deep was heaving with responsive sympathy; as what bosom would not on which so many tears had been shed? Perhaps responsive sympathy was the secret of the Jane Moseley’s behavior; but I would her heart had been less tender. Then, too, the passengers were few; and of course as we had to divide the roll and tumble between us, there was a great deal for each one.