THE MOUNTAIN GOAT AND THE CAMERA William T. Hornaday and Illustrations from photographs. John M. Phillips 143 WHAT REALLY HAPPENED Arthur Cosslett Smith 155 Illustrations by F. C. Yohn. Author of "The Turquoise Cup" SEA-GULLS OF MANHATTAN. Poem MADAME DE TREYMES. A complete novelette Edith Wharton Illustrations by Alonzo Kimball. IN THE DUSK. Poem Henry van Dyke 164 167 Author of "The House of Mirth" CHAPTERS XX (continued) - XXI. (Con cluded.) Illustrations by George Wright, printed in tint. THE POINT OF VIEW-Age versus Youth-Some Advantages of Unreformed 251 THE FIELD OF ART-Eastman Johnson-His Life and Works (Will H. Low, 253 (The colored cover designed by Beatrice Stevens) ngi 1906, by Charles Scribner's Sons. All rights reserved Entered at New York Post-Office as Second Class Ma1 Matter The September SCRIBNER OF EXCEPTIONAL HISTORICAL AND PERSONAL INTEREST THE FIRST FORTY YEARS OF WASHINGTON SOCIETY From the Diaries and Letters of Mrs. Samuel Harrison Smith, a member of the well-known Bayard family. FIRST ARTICLE WASHINGTON IN JEFFERSON'S TIME A most entertaining account of the social and political life of the national capital, including a description of the first inaugural ball, and many delightful impressions of JEFFERSON'S personality and character. Illustrated with portraits and a number of rare contemporary silhouettes. A FULL ACCOUNT of the INVENTION and THE THIRTIETH ANNIVERSARY OF A GREAT HENRIK IBSEN By JAMES HUNEKER A masterly analysis of the work of the great Norwegian dramatist. By ERNEST THOMPSON SETON THE WHITE-TAILED DEER The life story of the deer family, most widely known to sportsmen and EASTMAN JOHNSON n) T By WILLIAM WALTON An appreciation of the career and work of one of the most prominent AMERICAN SHORT STORIES THROUGH THE NEEDLE'S EYE, by Sewell Ford. A story of sailing adventure on Barnegat Bay. More experiences of "The Crimson Rambler." CHARLES SCRIBNER'S SONS, NEW YORK SCRIBNER'S MAGAZINE VOL. XL AUGUST, 1906 NO. 2 M I JACK-O LANTERN By Kate Douglas Wiggin ILLUSTRATIONS BY F. C. YOHN ISS MIRANDA SAW YER'S old-fashioned garden was the pleasantest spot in Riverboro on a sunny July morning. The rich color of the brick house gleamed and glowed through the shade of the elm and maples. Luxuriant hop-vines clambered up the lightning-rods and waterspouts, hanging their delicate clusters here and there in graceful profusion. Woodbine transformed the old sheds and toolhouses to things of beauty, and the flowerbeds themselves were the prettiest and most fragrant in all the countryside. A row of dahlias ran directly around the garden spot, dahlias scarlet, gold, and variegated. In the very centre was a round plot where the upturned faces of a thousand pansies smiled amid their leaves, and in the four corners were triangular blocks of sweet phlox over which the butterflies fluttered unceasingly. In the spaces between ran a riot of portulaca and nasturtiums, while in the more regular, shell-bordered beds grew spirea and gillyflowers, mignonette, marigolds and clove pinks. Back of the barn and encroaching on the edge of the hay-field was a grove of sweet clover whose white feathery tips fairly bent under the assaults of the bees, while banks of aromatic mint and thyme drank in the sunshine and sent it out again into the summer air warm and deliciously odorous. The hollyhocks were Miss Sawyer's pride, and they grew in a stately line beneath the four kitchen windows, their tapering tips set thickly with gay satin rosettes of pink or lavender or crimson. It's a pity the hollyhock isn't really little, instead of being up to the window top, but I can't say, 'Gay tall hollyhock.' I might have it 'Lines to a Hollyhock in May,' for then it would be small; but oh, no! I forgot; in May it wouldn't be blooming and it's so pretty to say that its head is 'sweetly rosetted.' I wish Miss Dearborn wasn't away; she would like 'sweetly rosetted,’ and she would like to hear me recite 'Roll on, thou deep and dark blue ocean, roll!' that I learned out of Aunt Jane's Byron; the rolls come booming out of it just like the waves at the beach.” Rebecca, the little niece of the brick house ladies, and at present sojourning there for purposes of board, lodging, and education, had a passion for the rhyme and rhythm of poetry. From her earliest childhood words had always been to her what dolls and toys are to other children, and now at twelve or thirteen she amused herself with phrases and sentences and images as her schoolmates played with the pieces of their dissected puzzles. If the heroine of a story took a "cursory glance" about her "apartment" Rebecca would shortly ask her Aunt Jane to take a "cursory glance" Copyright, 1906, by Charles Scribner's Sons. All rights reserved. |