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count of their bearing reference to or Among other remarkable fourteenth cenillustrating the text to which they are tury manuscripts is "Les Merveilles du prefixed, and varying in size from two Monde," in the Bibliotheque Nationale in inches to a foot in length, have been Paris, and a “Roman de la Rose," named frequently noticed in Visi-Gothic and as the 'cream of the Harleian collecFranco-Gallic manuscripts. The perfec- tion, as also “a transcendent copy," comtion of the lace-like foliation known as pared to a nosegay, which has among its the ivy pattern was an additional feature numerous representations that of a bishop of the style of the period. The splendid excommunicating Love. From works beauty in color also then attained was like these the art of illumination adsuch as later artists have never been able vanced to its subsequent finer character, to imitate. A Romance of Alexander in as seen in the latest specimen of importthe Bodleian Library is one of the re- ance, the magnificent missal in the public nowned examples of the French style of library at Rouen, nearly three feet in coloring at this epoch, and a correspond- height, which represents thirty years' ing specimen of German art is preserved labor of a monk of St. Audoen, having in the Imperial Library at Vienna. been completed in 1682.

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ALICE. It sounds as though she were
DOROTHY WILLIAMS A Literary Young Woman. jumping the rope-she is not writing,

certainly. I feared I might interrupt
A Domestic.

her, coming at this hour. Do you know SCENE: The Library in the Williams' what she is doing now in a literary way? mansion in Beacon street, Boston.

ROBERT. Heavens, Alice, don't ask ROBERT seated, with newspaper and me! I don't pretend to know anything cigarette. Enter ALICE.

about it; but she is scribbling away still,

I believe. ROBERT. How do you do, Alice? I ALICE. Robert, I should think you thought I recognized your silvery tones. would be so proud of Dorothy--so in

ALICE. Good morning, Robert. Doro- terested in her work. thy is in, Joanna tells me.

ROBERT. I never get a chance to see ROBERT. Yes; she ran upstairs a any of it. The last thing she read me I while ago with a letter which the post- mortally offended her by going off into man brought her. I imagine its con- a fit of laughing in the wrong place. tents are of a somewhat exciting nature, She has kept very quiet since then, and judging from the sounds I hear up never mentions her poems or romances. there. I thought just now she was com- ALICE. But you know that Dorothy ing through the ceiling. (Several loud has talent, Robert. thumps are heard above.) What in the ROBERT. Yes, I will admit that I world do you suppose she is doing ? think Dolly is a very bright girl. I am



here goes.

as it is some time since a story has come to us so

afraid, though, she is on the wrong tack DOROTHY. Perhaps I moved around with her blood-curdling tales of mid- somewhat livelier than usual, or even night murder and hair-breadth escapes. danced a little. If you will read that

ALICE. But she has written some letter, you will concede that I might be beautiful things, not at all of that sort. pardoned a little enthusiasm. Did she ever read you " The Two Flow- ROBERT (examining letter). “To Miss ers"? Ah, here is Dorothy!

Dorothy Williamson."

Is that the way Enter DOROTHY. She carries herself

you sign yourself now?

DOROTHY. Oh, that's a mistake. Read very erect, and moves with a measured and stately step to the sofa tailor's bill.

it, Bob; you open it as though it was a where Alice is sitting. She stoops

ROBERT. Oh, no. In that

I and kisses her impressively on the

wouldn't open

it at all, Dolly. Well, forehead. DOROTHY. Dearest Alice, my child

* Dear Madam:- It is with genuine pleasure that we hood's friend, how glad I am to see you write to inform you of the acceptance of your MS., here at this time. (Crossing to ROBERT.)

original in conception and so charming in style. It Robert, embrace your sister.

will appear in an early issue of The Analyst, and we ROBERT. That I will, and give her a

hope to have other and many contributions from your pen. Respectfully yours,

THE EDITORS." buss thrown in. (He kisses her.) But what is up, Dolly? Your eyes are Well, I say, this is splendid! Why, I shining, your cheeks flushed; you are had no idea you had it in you, Dolly! radiant, magnificent! Did


have ALICE. Oh, I knew it. I always said good news in that letter ? Has Uncle she would be famous! Joshua died and made you his heiress ? ROBERT What is the story called ? What mention of me is there in the DOROTHY. “Irene's Vow." will ?

ROBERT. “Irene's Vow!" What is DOROTHY. Hush, Bob; how can you it like ?" talk like that? Yes, I have had news- DOROTHY. You have heard it, and, if great news, brother.

I remember aright, did not altogether ROBERT. What is it?

approve of it. Irene's two brothers have DOROTHY. Robert, I am an author- been mysteriously murdered. She swears

to avenge their death, then discovers ROBERT. Is that all? Did somebody that it is her lover who has killed them. have to write and tell you that? Why They were smugglers, and it was in the have

you been inking your fingers and performance of his duty as an officer spotting your gowns for the last year if that he did so. But it is too late. Irene you were n't an authoress, or trying to blows up the building in which he is

with gunpowder, although she destroys DOROTHY. Aye, trying. Now I am herself in doing so. successful!

ALICE. Oh, it makes me shudder! ALICE. Oh, Dorothy dear, I am ROBERT. Dorothy, you don't mean glad!

to say that the story which you read ROBERT. Is that a fact, Dolly? I here in the library last winter, when I congratulate you with all my heart. made you so furious by ha-ha-ing right Let's hear about it.

out when I couldn't hold in any longer, DOROTHY. I have had a story ac- has been accepted by The Boston Anacepted by The Analyst, and they have lyst ? written me a charming letter-see!

DOROTHY. I do say that very thing. ALICE. Read it aloud, please, Robert. ROBERT. And they refer to that story

ROBERT. Dorothy, confess that you when they express their admiration of have been leaping over the furniture up- its originality, charming style, etc. ? stairs in a frenzy of joy.

DOROTHY. I have sent them “Irene's DOROTHY. I will do nothing of the Vow” and no other. kind.

ROBERT. You are not joking, and ROBERT. Jumping up and down, you didn't offer that gory tale as a burthen.

lesque ?


be one ?



DOROTHY. Most certainly not. truth, I don't think “Irene's Vow" is my

ROBERT. Well, if I may be pardoned best work by any means, and I only such an expression in the presence of a sent it to The Analyst because it had rising young authoress, I am completely been in every place else. Now I am flabbergasted.

going to begin work in earnest. In the ALICE. Oh, Robert!

first place, I want you to see at once DOROTHY. I suppose, because my about getting me a large desk; then I story does not follow in the old lines shall want a blank book, in which which conventionality has laid down I shall keep a record of everything I and the majority of readers have ac- write—“such and such a story offered cepted as correct, you are surprised that such a place,” and opposite I shall write it should be accepted by a magazine of the date of its acceptance and then of its prominence, are you?

publication. ROBERT. That is a very delicate way

ROBERT. Would there be a column of describing my state of mind.

for the rejections ? DOROTHY (earnestly). I tell you, DOROTHY (with dignity). I trust Robert, there has been a reaction from there will be no need of such a thing the methods which have so long been

I intend to work in a businesspopular. The school of Howells and like way. I shall write from 9 to 1 each James is a delightful one, I admit, but morning. Anthony Trollope worked a it has had its day. The microscopic in- certain number of hours every day, spection of the brain cells—the delicate with machine-like regularity. Anthony vivisection of the fibres of the heart is Trollope was not a great novelist, but he a fascinating study, but it is futile and was a successful one, and I shall not grows wearisome. What people really despise to learn from him. want is the living, palpable flesh, and ROBERT. It strikes me, Alice, that the rich, warm blood that flows through our authoress is quite a liberal-minded it.

young person. What do you think? ROBERT. And Miss Dorothy Wil- ALICE. Indeed, Dorothy, he does not liams, with dagger and gunpowder, is talk like this behind your back; you going to lay open the palpable flesh, and should have heard him praising you let the rich, warm blood flow galore ! before you came down. Bravo, Dorothy!

DOROTHY. Then I shall want a typeDOROTHY. Because “Irene's Vow" writer, is tragic, because the characters all die, ROBERT. A typewriter! you think it sensational-ludicrous. In DOROTHY. Yes, and an amanuensis the sublimest production of an immortal an operator. I compose best when I am genius there are four persons killed by like this (she rises and walks up and poison, two are stabbed, the seventh down). Then the thoughts come thick commits suicide, and a ghost walks and fast—too fast for me to seize and through all, yet who thinks of calling transfix them with my pen. I must “Hamlet” sensational-who would dare have an assistant. Alice, if you will call it ridiculous ?

learn to use the typewriter, you may ROBERT And if Shakespeare can end come and help me. a play, leaving seven dead bodies to be ALICE. Oh, I should love to, if I carried out, Miss Williams claims the could, Dorothy. humble privilege of slaughtering only DOROTHY. But no, it would not do, I four. Is that the idea ?

fear. You are my friend and confidant. DOROTHY. That is exactly my posi- We should have much to say to one tion, if you choose to express it in those another. No, Alice, it would be pleasant, words.

but even the ties of friendship must ROBERT. Well, Dorothy, your argu- yield to the demands of my work. The ments are unanswerable, but I can't woman who acts as my amanuensis must understand yet how you managed to sit dumb, inanimate; she will be part of work that story off.

the furniture of the room; when she DOROTHY. Suppose you give up try- speaks, it must be only when necessity ing, and listen to my plans. To tell the requires her to answer to my dictation.

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ROBERT. I congratulate you on losing ness for horseback riding and for walkthe job, Alice. If I were a young ing. I should be pointed out on the woman seeking employment, I should street, at the theatre, every place. Oh, rather rattle dishes than the keys of Alice, darling, isn't it grand-glorious ! Dolly's typewriter.

I am just wild with delight, and can't DOROTHY. Robert, I wish to ask of conceal it any longer. (She throws her you in all seriousness never to speak of arms around ALICE.) me by that name again. In the first ALICE (embracing her). Dearest Doroplace, it is ridiculous to call a woman of thy! my size "Dolly." In the next place, it ROBERT. Oh, I say, Mr. George Dare, is undignified, considering my-my

isn't that a very undignified performance ROBERT. Position as the coming au- for the coming author, to be hugging a thoress. You are right, my sister. young woman in that fashion? Suppose “Dolly Williams' Penny Dreadful." somebody should come in? And, excuse That doesn't sound at all well. I have me, Mr. Dare, but your back hair is even thought, since you have grown to coming down, and that last squeeze be such a statuesque young woman that ripped the sleeve of your gown. (A the name of Dorothy was a misnomer. ring at the bell.) There's somebody Dorothy belongs to a demure little now. Puritan. I used to think you should DOROTHY (sitting up and arranging have been called Diana, or Galatea, but her hair). Bob, I can see no one-no in the light of recent developments I one at all, to-day. think Lucretia or Messalina would be ALICE (listening). I think it is the better.

postman. DOROTHY. Do you know that I have

Enter JOANNA. been seriously thinking of assuming a nom de plume ?

JOANNA. A letter and a package for ROBERT. Why not say a

nom de

you, Miss Dorothy, and here is a receipt guerre, Dorothy ?

the messenger brought for you to sign. ALICE. What name would you take ? DOROTHY. Will you sign it, Robert ?

DOROTHY. I should take a man's (Opens letter.) It is from The Analyst. name. Then I could wield a fearless and trenchant pen. I should never stop Exit JOANNA. DOROTHY reads a few then to think “What would Mrs. Pome- lines in silence, then turns very roy say ?” or “How would the people of pale, and puts her hand to her our church take this?" as I am ashamed head, as though bewildered.) to say I have done. The name of George has been assumed by two famous women; Listen, Robert-Alice—I don't underwhy should not I be the third ? Let me

There seems to be

stand this letter. see? George-George Dare.

How does something wrong. (Reads.) “George Dare" sound ?

Miss Dorothy Williams-- Dear Madam:-We have ROBERT. It is very expressive, but just discovered a most annoying mistake, made yes

terday by one of our employes. A letter intended for hadn't you better sit down, Mr. Dare ? Miss Dorothy Williamson, of Tremont street, was sent DOROTHY (sits beside Alice). On the spectfully declining your mss., entitled

to you last night in error, and a communication reother hand, in preserving one's identity, Vow.. was sent to Miss Williamson. The similarity of

names caused the confusion of the letters, which is there is the charm of seeing one's name none the less mortifying and is without precedent in in print, coupled with praise. Fancy that we have discharged the man who made the mis

the history of the magazine. So deeply do we feel it, reading something like this: “A story take, which will, however, be small satisfaction, we

fear, to you. We return "Irene's Vow" with this." in the last number of The Analyst has created a great sensation among literary Oh, Bob, can it be? Do they mean they people. The boldness of outline, the are not going to print it ? warmth of color, bespeak a master ROBERT. They can't mean anything hand.” Then, “The authoress, Miss else, Dorothy. What an outrageous Dorothy Williams, is a young woman blunder! not yet twenty"; then would follow a DOROTHY. Oh, and my hopes, my description of my personal appearance, plans, my beautiful visions! Oh, I shall perhaps, my tastes and habits; my fond- never write another line. I can never

" Irene's

hold up my head again! Oh-oh-oh-h-h! That's it. (He scans the letter.) Hello! (Bursts into tears.)

This is not half bad. Open your eyes. ALICE. Dorothy, dear Dorothy, don't. Dolly, and listen to this: I believe in you just as much as ever. ROBERT. (Crossing to DOROTHY, and “We return 'Irene's Vow'with this, as it would be

impossible to print a story of its nature in The Ana. taking her in his arms. She lays her lyst. We are anxious, however, to atone, as far as is head on his shoulder, still sobbing).

within our power for this unfortunate error. There

are occasional touches in your story-bits of character Come, Dolly, don't cry like that; be a drawing and description, which lead us to believe that brave girl; it's a hard blow, I know.

you are capable of better work. We should be pleaed

to meet you personally, or to enter into correspondDOROTHY. Oh, Bob, I have been talk- ence with you, with the view of advising you in the

matter of preparing something which we could accept ing like such an idiot, too-oh-oh! and publish. Sincerely yours, THE EDITORS.

ROBERT. There-there-there, dearie; you make me feel like a brute, after the What do you say to that, Mr. Dare ? way I have been talking to you. Only DOROTHY. Bob, you are not deceiv. say the word, Dolly, and I'll go down ing me ? Let me read it with my own there and crack every neck in The Ana- eyes (Seizes letter.) Yes, word for lyst office. (Savagely.) I am glad they word. Oh, what a relief ! had the decency to discharge that dolt. ALICE. Oh, you will try, won't you,

DOROTHY. Oh, yes, they discharged Dorothy ? the clerk,the poor clerk! Isn't that a DOROTHY. Try! Yes, and I'll do, joke? Ah, it's capital ! Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha! too, if I have any brains at all. (She laughs violently.)

ROBERT. Count on my assistance, ALICE. Oh, Robert, I believe Dorothy Dorothy, if you need it, and my advice. is going to have hysterics! Oh-h-h-h! Let me begin by rolling out every bar

ROBERT. Stop that, Alice, at once! rel of gunpowder in your study, and Do you want me to begin to blubber, confiscating all your weapons. too? Run for the camphor. Now ring DOROTHY. Bob, I really believe I for Joanna while I hold her.

can please them yet. I was a little bit ALICE. Here is my vinaigrette. Poor ashamed of poor “ Irene," and no doubt it dear, she is growing calmer now.

is all for the best. I have a beautiful ROBERT. That's right; now fan her story in my head, and I'm going upwhile I read that letter for myself. (He stairs at once to write a letter to the picks up letter from the floor.) This editor of The Analyst. But oh, Bob, isn't all of it. There must be another how I wonder who “Dorothy Williamsheet. You are sitting on it, Alice.

son” is!

Francis M. Livingston.




T was during the war with Mexico, Jack Hays' regiment of Texas Rangers,

in 1846, when General Taylor's army by General Taylor, for special service. was on the march to Monterey, that This company was composed princi

a most remarkable and unprece- pally of gallant and fearless young men, dented duel took place on the banks ol the flower of Texas, but there were serthe river San Juan. The celebrated eral from the Southern States, among scouting company of Captain Ben Mc- whom was Herman S. Thomas, of BaltiCulloch had been detached from Colonel more, who had been transferred from

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