THE IRI8H BIRD-CHARMER.
IWM more or less o' tuneful grace.
As fits a Celtic singer,
Fve praised tho "great bird of our race,"
The stork, the hlesstn'-brtnKer.
Wben first to my poor roof ho came, '
How sweetly no was suns to!
1 en I led him every ilaelnt name
That 1 could lay my tmiRue to.
But glorv me! that imilso Hum me
Bo incased the simple crayture
Els visits hero have come to be
A sort o' seroml nature.
tm glad to see him now and then.
But, glory be to Heaven!
here he Isn't hack atialn,
An' this Is number seven! .
crc! thouirh this gift o" song may be
In mnnny nays a blesHln',
H hrlnja) some popularity
That gfis to bo dlsthrcssln'.
Hew, mind. 1 love tills Irish bird
We couldn't live wldout him
'An', ahure. I'll not toko baelc a word
I ever raid about him,
!Bhit now when all these mouths to feed
Ate up our little savin's,
The birds who visits moft we need
Are ould Ellsha's ravens.
XegorT if they wero 'round these days,
An' 1 could mnke them hear me,
JTd sliyt them sueh a son? o' praise
Twould keep them always near me.
T. A. Daly, In tile Catholic Standard
fund Times.
Stella hurried through the errand
which had taken her to the kitchen,
and as she regained the hall leading
to the front of the house, her face lost
the pained look which it had worn
while she had been giving instructions
to the cook. For the last two years
Stella never went to the rear of the
louse if it were possible to avoid doing
HO.
From childhood days she had spent
krag, happy hours in the spacious yard
f l ho Tolbert house, and since the en
woachment of the city had walled
them In on one side and at the rear,
he had been heart-broken.
She loved the old yard with Its great
shade trees and its velvety turf. She
mid remember when all the other
Itooies along the shaded streets had
en of a osimllar sort. That was be
fore the trolley brought the suburb
within, a quarter of an hour of the
ity.
Then fine old mansions had teen
razed to make room for long rows of
Brick houses Intolerable in the monot
ony of their architecture. Each had
Its tiny lawn in front, its six fodt grass
Slot at one side, and another plot in
She rear, but the back yards blossom
ad only with the Monday wash, and the
great trees had been cut down be
cause the front "lawns" were far too
mall to accommodate the sturdy oaks
and the tall elms.
Across the street from the Tolbert
louse was a public park and on the
ether street side was a corner lot
was another old fashioned house, part
f the Bain estate In litigation, which
seemed to Insure the permanency of
he landmark. On the other sides the
rick monstrosities reared their ugly
roofs. Stella had shut up the rooms on
that side and in the rear or had
screened the view with stained glass
windows.
From the windows of the rooms she
ased she could see the trees and the
sort of houses to which she was ac
customed, and only when necessity de
manded did she venture into those
looms from which an unobstructed
riew of the unlovely backyards could
fee had.
Stella's hatred of the march of the
Uy and Its encroachments upon Cas
tleton was fierce and unreasoning, but
he had the Tolbert stubbornness and
her brother Bert nor Frank Flem
ing could hold out against the new or
4er of things.
The building up of Castleton had
vastly Increased the value of all prop
arty, and the taxes were growing heav
ier each year, but this was an added
ffense, not a reason for accepting her
rother'8 suggestion that she sell the
Wld mansion and purchase a house fur
ther In the country, beyond the limits
laf the city's probable expansion.
The home had been left to Stella as
their father's business had been left
Ao Bert He shared the home with
er, and Stella lived in dread of the
"ay when he would marry, and move
way, but she was stubborn In her
refusal to find another home.
"I won't be driven out by these hor
rid new people," she had declared.
The home is still pleasant enough if
I live on the open side, and I won't let
the Teal estate men have their vie
. tory.
That had become her war cry, and
van when Fleming had urged her to
hare the new home he had purchased
some five miles further out In a care-
folly restricted section, she had de-
dared that when they were married
m must live in the old home. Only
Homing's tactful silence at this crisis
jsrevented a broken engagement
Stella,, the kitchen safely behind her,
' nsoonsed herself In her favorite cor
ner of the parlor, as far as possible
from the sight of the hated, semi-detached
rows. The soft closing of the
front door roused her; and she called
to know who bad entered. At the
' sound of her brothers' voice she ran
mlckly into the hall. His early ap
pearance augured some evil.
"What has gone wrong, Bert?" she
asked, breathlessly.
,' "Nothing wrong," he declared, try
(fng to force his voice into natural
tones, "Everything's right, in fact I
Bad chance to leave the office early,
- land I came out, that's all."
"It Isn't all," Insisted Stella. "What
ft It, Bert?"
fy Bert .tried to laugh, but the effort
I was not entirely successful. Stella
'followed him Into the library with her
land pressed against her heart to still
jfts rapid beating.
I Odos in the comfortable room, Bert
A
Wta Stella Ctaoi
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sank Into his favorite chair and
his sister down upon his knee.
"I hate to give you pain, dear," he
began softly, "ft Is only the knowl
edge that I am wounding you which
puts me ill at ease. The fact Is that
Beth promised me last night that she
would marry me in June. Frank is
coming out this evening to dinner, and
I wanted to slip home and tell you so
that you could get over It before he
came."
Stella sprang to her feet.
"You are going to be married?" she
cried. "You are going to leave me and
the dear old home and make a home
somewhero else."
"It had to come some time," he
argued defensively. "You see, Both's
aunt will have to go back West short
ly, and that will leave the poor child
without any protection. You can't ex
pect me to remain a bachelor all my
life," he ndded with a trace of Irrita
tion. "I think we have all been very
patient with your, whims, Stella. Kiss
me like a good sister and wish me
joy."
"I hope you will be very happy," said
Stella dully, but she did not offer to
kiss him and she slowly left the room.
Bert watched her go with the sense
of helpless lnilatlon a man feels when
he has unwillingly hurt a woman and
know9 that really he is not to blame.
He made no effort to stop her, and
Stella slipped off to her room to fight
out her battle alone .
And here a fresh shock awaited her,
for as she curled up in the window she
glanced across the street and was hor
rified to see two heavy trucks piled
high with ropes and tackle stop before
the house across the way.
Gilt lettering1 proclaimed them the
property of the Metropolitan House
Wrecking Company, but Stella did not
need the signs to tell her their pur
pose. All along the street within the
past two years those wagons, or others
like them, had stopped In front of
some old house, then presently the
yawning hole where the cellar had
been was all that was left of the land
mark. Then other wagons had
brought new material and half a dozen
of the hateful brick houses had risen
to replace the noble mansion. So the
house wreckers mowed down old
homes and neighborhood pride alike.
Stella hurried down the stairs and
burst into the library.
"Bert," she cried, "there are the
wreckers in front of the old Bain
place. We must send Robert over to
tell them they are making a mistake."
"There Is no mistake," said Bert
gently. "There was a decision In the
court of appeals last month. Frank
and I did not tell you because we did
not want ycu to worry about It until
you had to. They are going to put up
a row of fiat houses."
For a moment Stella was stunned
by the announcement, then she went
over to her brother's chair.
"Let's ask Beth out to dinner to
night," she said as she kissed him.
We'll plan for a double wedding, dear."
Bert reached up and drew her down
to the comfort and protection of his
strong arms.
"Im glad you're going to give in
and marry Frank, even if he doesn't
insist upon running away from the
house wreckers," he whispered. "But
it's the first time I ever saw the house
wreckers act as Cupid." American
Cultivator.
WHERE PEOPLE LIVE LONG.
Men of Seventy Not Regarded Old
Simple Life and Longevity.
In Norfolk there are In every vil
lage individuals of more than eighty
years of age and not infrequently one
or two over ninety, and those of sev
enty and upward are regarded as net
even old. Many farm laborers of
seventy are quite hale and hearty,
working from early morning up to 5
and 6 o'clock in the evening, and some
are so vigorous as to earn a full man's
wages.
And the women In the, country
(writes a correspondent) are more te
nacious'of life perhaps than are the
men. In one village personally known
to me, containing about 300 people,
within the past six months have died
three women of more than ninety
years of age, the oldest of these being
no less than ninety-six. In another
Norfolk village with inhabitants to the
number of 400 there live a man of
ninety-five, a woman of ninety, a wom
an of eighty-nine, a woman of eighty
seven and several of both sexes over
eighty. In yet another village there
are a blacksmith aged ninety-six and
the widow of a country medical prac
titioner whose years mount np to
ninety-two.
This longevity of the Norfolk peas
ant, comments the Lancet, has a very
Interesting pathological side to It.
The chief enemy of the farm laborer
of the eastern counties from the
standpoint of health is rheumatism.
Not many reach even middle age with
out having been the victims of rheum
atism, and a large number ' are crip
pled in their old age by this disease.
But In spite of this the average of
longevity seems to be the very high,
although as well as rheumatism he
has to contend with the lock of ade
quate housing accommodation and
want of proper sanitary -arrangements.
That to eat sparingly ,of plain whol
some food, to be much in the open air,
and to work sufficiently to occupy the
able a man to defy more or less .the
evils of environment would seem to
be shown by the toughness of the Nor
folk laborer. London News.
His Excuse.
"But why did you backslide?"
"Because of the preacher."
"How was that?" ,
"He painted the pjeasures of the
world sofbeauUfully that It made m
homesick." Nashville American.
At Dinner.
No matter where we children are
Wo run In answer to the bell.
And dinner comes In piping hot:
It makes ua hungry just to smell.
Poor father sharpens up his knife,
And enrves with nil his might und main;
But long betore he's had a bite
Our Willie's plate comes back again.
We eat our vegetables and meat,
For mother, who la always right,
Enys those who wish to have dessert.
Must show they have an appetite.
And when a Sunday comes around,
So very, very fcood we seem.
You'd think 'most any one could tell
That for dessert we d have Ice cream.
Aldcn Arthur Knlpe, in St. Nicholas.
Stopped the Cow.
Edwin, aged four, owned a picture
book, In which a fierce-looking cow
was running after a small boy. He
looked at It a long time, then care
fully closing the book ho laid It away.
A few days Inter he got the book again
and turned to the picture. Bringing
his chubby fist down on the cow, he
exclaimed in a tone of triumph, "She
ain't caught him yet!" The Delinea
tor. Cherry.
I must tell you about the bird we
had. Its name was Cherry. It was a
mother bird, and a very tame one.
Sometimes we would let her fly all
over the room. Once when mamma
wanted to put her in the cage again
she couldrt't find her, but at last she
found her upstairs. Cherry would sit
on the back of a chair and let ma
wbeeljor all about. Once she rode
on rmimma's shoulder. She seemed to
understand everything that was said
to her. One day, when she was about
two years old, she laid four blue eggs.
She was a beautiful singer. When
we were boarding we had to have the
walls papered, and Cherry was taken
up to my grandmother's, and there
she died. I was very sorry. Three
years later I had another bird, named
Dick, but I never liked him half so
well as Cherry. Helen Camp, in the
New York Tribune.
The Chinese Hoe.
The Chinese farmer stands second
to none in all the world. This is all
the more remarkable since he has
really so few implements with which
to work the marvels he produces. His
only implements are the hoe, the plow
and the harrow. Beyond these the
Chinese farmer never dreams of desir
ing any other. The first of these tools
seems never to be out of his hands,
for It is the one upon which he relies
the most, and is his most effective im
plement. It really takes the place of
the spade in England, though the lat
ter Is never put to such extensive
and general uses as the hoe. The
Chinaman can do anything with It
hut make it speak. The farmer well
on in years cau easily be recognized,
amidst a number of worklngmon, by
tho cure his hands have taken from
holding the hoe, in the many years of
toil in his fleld3. With it, if he is a
poor man, and has no oxen to plow
the ground, he turns up the soil where
he is going to plant his crops, and
with it he deftly, and with a turn of
his wrist, levels out tho surface so
that it Is made ready for the seed.
With a broad-bladed hOe ho dips to
the bottom of a stream or of a pond,
draws up tho soft mud that has gath
ered there, and, with a dexterous
swing, flings tho dripping hoeful onto
his field nearby, to increase Its rich
ness by this new deposit. Tho King's
Own.
The Foolish Rose.
White I was walking in the garden
one bright morning, a breeze came
through and set all the flowers and
leaves a-flutter. Now that is the way
flowers talk, so I pricked up my ears
and listened. '
Presently an elder tree said: "Flow
ers, shake off your caterpillars."
"Why?" said a dozen all together,
for they were like some- children who
always Bay "Why" when they are to'.d
to do anything.
The elder said: "If you don't, they'll
gobble yon up."
So the flowers set themselves a
shaking till the caterpillars were
shaken off.
In one of the middle beds there was
a beautiful rose who shook off all but
one, and she said to herself: "Oh,
that's a beauty! I will keep that one."
The elder overheard her and called:
"One caterpillar Is enough to spoil
you."
"But," said the rose, "look at hlB
brown and crimson fur, and his beau
tiful black eyes, and scores of little
feet. I want to keep him. Surely one
won't hurt me."
A few mornings afterward I passed
the rose again. There was not a whole
leaf on her. Her beauty was gone;
she was all but killed, and had only
life enough to weep over her folly,
while tha tears stood like dewdrops
on the tattered leaves.
."Alas! I didn't think one caterpil
lar would ruin me."
One sin indulged has ruined many a
boy and girl. This is an old story,
but a true lesson. Morning Star.
Dickie's New House.
Dickie's cage was only a borrowed
one, and when Carl had given him to
Donovan be had said: "When you get
a new cage you may give this one
back to us. If you will, for. ooe of sur
other birds." So the very nsxt day
after Dickie cum to bs out of. the
family, mother took Donovan and Eliz
abeth down town to buy the new cage.
They chose a pretty gilt one, and as
soon as they reached home they want
ed to put Dickie into it, but the ques
tion wad how to get him in. The chil
dren could not imagine how it could
be dont. But mother had had birds
before und this Is what she did; she
put the two cages, the old and the
new, close together on the table, with
the doors open. The doors were Just
the same size and fitted up close to
each other so that there was no place
for Master Birdie to get out of, and It
was just like a little wire house with
two rooms and a doorway between.
Then she put fresh water and seed
Into the two little cups thnt were In
the new cage, and on the floor she
put a nice bunch of crisp, green chick
weed. Dickie seemed to admire the new
house very much. He hopped down to
the floor of his old house and peeked
through the door into the new one.
He even reached over and pecked at
the gilt wires, but he didn't venture to
go In.
Then he sow the chlckweed, and
how he did want some of it! At last
he reached through the " door and
pulled oil a leaf. The children were
so pleased thnt they both gave hap
py little squeals, and at the sound
Dick promptly flew back to his perch
again.
Several times he went down and
was almost ready to hop through into
the new cage, but every time some
body moved or somebody said "Ah!"
and that always sent him back to his
perch.
At last father took the children into
the other room to tell them a story.
Mother moved the chlckweed to a
place where Dick could not reach It
without going all the way into tho new
cage,' and then she kept very still and
waited. Soon down he went again,
but he put his head first on one side
and then on another, then he put his
head through the door and looked
at the chlckweed. Mother didn't
move even a finger, and in a few min
utes Dick forgot nil about everything
excepting that tempting little .bunch
of green, and with two or three little
hops he was Inside the new cage, with
his bill full of chlckweed.
Then very quickly and quietly moth
er drew away the old cage; the door
of the new cage went "snap," and
there was Dick In his new house.
Louise M. Oglevee, in Our Little Ones.
A Brave Heroine. '
Not all brave, venturesome spirits
are rewarded as was the "Pioneer
Heroine," told of in The Youth's Com
panion, but It is well worth the while
of any of our young readers to culti
vate the spirit of an Indomitable cour
age that will serve to carry them
through all the supreme tests of life.
An instance of unusual heroism, con
nected with the burning of Royalton,
Vt., by the Indians in 1780, is record
ed by Zadoc Steelo, one of those who
were taken captive, in a book pub
lished in 1818. A Mrs. Heudee, with
her little son, 7 years old, and a daugh
ter who was still younger, was try
ing to make her escape. When the
Indians overtook her and captured the
boy.
Anxious for the fate of the child,
she Inquired what they were going
to do tvlth him. They replied that
they should mnke a soldier of him, and
hastened away.
She determined to get possession of
her son, and proceeded down the riv
er. She soon discovered a large body
of Indians stationed on the opposite
bank of the river. Wishing to find
the chief and supposing him to be
there, she set out to cross the river,
and just as she arrived at the bank an
old Indian stepped ashore.
He could not talk English, but re
quested by signs to know where she
was going. She signified that she was
going to cross, when he, supposing
she intended to deliver herself up to
them as a prisoner, kindly offered to
carry her and her child across on bis
back; but she refused to be carried.
He then insisted upon carrying her
child to which she consented.
The little girl cried and said "she
didn't want to ride the old Indian."
She was, however, persuaded, and
they all set out to ford the river.
Having proceeded about halfway
across, they came to deeper and swift
er water, and the old Indian, patting
the mother upon the shoulder, gave
her to understand that, if she would
tarry upon a rock near them which
was not covered with water until he
had carried her child over, he would
return and carry her also. She there
fore stopped and sat upon the rock
until he had carried her daughter and
set her upon the opposite shore; when
he returned he took her upon his back,
lugged her over, and safely landed her
with her child.
She hastened to the chief and bold
ly inquired what he intended to do
with her child. Overcome- by the sim
ple boldness of the brave heroine,
he assured her that her son should be
given to her. She also obtained the
release of eight other small boys and
led them all away. She carried two
of the children across the river on
her back, one at a time, and the oth
ers waded through the" water. After
crossing the river, she traveled about
J three miles with them and encamped
for the night The next day she mads
her way to a place of safety.
I' '
LOOK FOR HEC0RD YEAR
Hotel Men Think White Mountain
Season Will Bo Its Best
New England Cooking Again to Co
Enjoyed on tho Breezy, Cloud
clndSummltof Mt. Wndiingtou.
Bretton Woods, N. H. Encour
aged by their financial success last
season, as well as by tho improving
business outlook, the hotel proprie
tors in the White Mountain region are
preparing for what they confidently
look forward .to as tho most prosper
ous summer In a good many years.
While the enow still lies deep in
the ravines and notches and tho ma
ple sap 1b still trickling Into the sugar
buckets, the hotel men are actively
preparing for the opening of their
houses, big, little and medium sized,
around .the last of June. During the
winter months rooms have been re
furnished, additions built on, orches
tras, riding masters, gold managers
and "help" re-engaged and confer
ences with the railroad companies
with reference to next summer's train
schedules held, and just as soon as
the ground Is in lit condition the an
nual work of improving highways and
laying out new mountain trails and
bridle paths will commence.
New Hampshire, which monopo
lizes the largest and most popular of
New England's mountain areas, is
looking right after Us highways, and,
as a result of wise legislation and lib
eral appropriations, it expects to have
in the near future one of the smooth
est and finest systems of State roads
In the country, comparable with those
that have helped to make Switzerland
and other European countries bo fa
mous as tourist centres.
Already the majority of highways
in the White Mountains section are in
admirable condition, and they have
their lifting corollary in the splendid
liveries with which all the first class
mountain hotels are equipped. Both
driving and riding are constantly on
the increase in the mountains.
Bretton Woods will, as usual, be
the chief social centre of the mount
ains this season, as far as the elite
are concerned, and the managers of
the big palace hotel which has been
Instrumental In making it such are al
ready wondering how they are going
to properly accommodate all the multi-millionaires,
captains of Industry,
diplomats, beautiful heiresses and
rich dowagers who even this early
have signified their Intention of
spending a part of the summer here.
In a social sense the Bretton Woods
season of 1909 bids fair to eclipse In
brilliancy all of its predecessors. It
seems, somehow, to be taken for
granted .that President Taft and fam
ily, who are to spend the entire sum
mer at the picturesque north shore of
Massachusetts, will make at least a
flying visit to the mountains. There
is, of course, no official authority for
this belief, but It does soem Reason
able to suppose that the President,
being so near to this fascinating coun
try. of high altitude, would be tempted
to run up for at least a few days, es
pecially In view of the fact that Bret
ton Woods has a golf course that la
second to none lu New England.
There have been few important
changes among the leading mountain
hotels, tho most important being the
transfer of the well known Maple
wood Hotel to new ownership. Regu
lar patrons of the houso will be glad
to know, however, that It will con
tinue under the management of Mr.
Leon H. Cllley, who for a number of
years has so successfully filled that
position.
At Bethlehem and elsewhere there
will be some additions to the cottage
colony, a feature of mountain sum
mer life that Is carried to such per
fection at Profile House. The cot
tage, camp and bungalow nre becom
ing a most important summer vaca
tion institution throughout all of New
England.
Professor J. Rayner Edmands, the
well known White Mountain enthu
siast, will undoubtedly again lend his
expert services to the Improvements
of the trails on and around Mt. Wash
ington. In past seasons he has done
valuable work along this line that
every visiting "tramper" has good
reason to be grateful to him for.
And speaking of Mt Washington,
the .traveling public will be interested
to learn that the same arrangements
with respect to meals which so much
pleased the visitors to the Summit
last season will again be in effect this
year. The historic old Tip-Top
House, which has served as a substi
tute for the Summit House, destroyed
by fire last spring, will again do serv
ice as dining hall, refrectory and shel
ter. Tourists who partook of Its plain
but abundant fare last summer were
delighted with the noyelty of the idea,
and some of them have not yet ceased
recounting tonhelr friends how they
relished their lunch of Boston baked
beans, doughnuts, sandwiches, pump
kin pie and coffee away up there
among the clouds, more than 6000
feet above the level of the distant
ocean.
Train passengers and trampers
alike will be accommodated In a cul
inary way at this unique altltudlnous
cafe, and it will be a not uncommon
sight to see a khakl-clad bunch of
trail-hitters scattered among the
sharp pointed rocks at the summit en
joying an outdoor lunch mada up In
part from the contents of their hav
ersacks and In part from the stores of
the Tip-Top House larder. Last sea
son Miss Clark, the well known man
ager of the bouse, and her staff, held
the fort on the summit until September
TAFi'S SUMMER HOMET
President Locates Hot-Weather
Capital on the North Shore.
High Compliment Faid to Beautiful
Region Thnt Is the Abiding Place
of Millionaires and Diplomats.
Boston, Mass. In deciding to
make tho famous north shore of Mass
achusetts his official summer home.
President Taft has made a selection
that will surprise no one who is fa
miliar with the natural beauties and
attractions of this peerless "vacation
section."
Already the summer resting place
of half of the foregln legations in
Washington, and socially, architec
turally and financially a sort of com
posite of Bar Harbor and Newport,
the President and his family certainly
will find themselves in congenial
compnny, as well as in the midst
of some of America's finest seacoast
Bcenery.
Within the last few years the
"North Shore" has been quite con
spicuously in the social limelight,
for It not only has been the refuge
of sundry ambassadors, ministers and
their families and retinues and the
abiding place of multi-millionaires
and men and women of distinction in
literature and society, but it has fig
ured, In a way, In International poli
tics. That Is to say, in 1905, during the
famous Peace Conference between the
representatives of Russia and Japan,
held at Portsmouth, It was the sum
mer home of Baron Rosen, one of the
Russian representatives of the con
ference; and It was in his house,
overlooking the shining waters of
Massachusetts Bay, that M. de Witte
and Ambassador Rosen frequently
talked over the progress of the ne
gotiations. . Generally speaking, the north
shore begins at Nahant, the home of
Senator Henry Cabot Lodge, and ends
at Gloucester, on the tip of old Cape
Ann. This means that it includes
Nahant, Lynn, Salem, Swampscott,
Marblehead, Beverly (where the
President is to reside), Manchester,
Magnolia and Gloucester, all of these
picturesque communities and most of
them of great historic interest. '
Sometimes the term "north shore" Is
held to Include also the more east
erly side of Cape Ann and the shore
of Ipswich Bay, taking in Rockport,
Pigeon Cove, Annlsquam, Essex,
Hamilton and Ipswich. Hamilton, In
a social sense, certainly is a member
of the north shore family, for some
of the "swell" citizens of Massachu
setts live there, and the town is t,he
seat of one of the most popular clubs
In that vicinity.
The entire region Is one pictur
esque, breeze - swept beauty spot.
One Is never far from the sight and
sound of the restless sea, and the
shores are alternately bold and shin
gly, with surf-swept reefs and islands
breaking the surface of the bay here
and there. It Is an Ideal place for
boating and yachting, and the little
coves and harbors at Beverly and
Manchester always have a flotilla of
sail or motor craft at anchor or under
way. Some of the cliffs are almost
high and bold enough to suggest the
Frenchman's Bay region, and then
at Manchester there is one of those
rare freaks of naturo, a patch of
"singing" sands.
Genial nature has done everything
for Cape Ann and the north shore, in
cluding the gift of a salubrious cli
mate; and enterprising and artistic
man has not been far behind it. His
appreclativeness is exemplified In the
magnificent mansions and villas that
have been erected by the wealthy
during the last few years; by tho
splendid lawns, grounds and groves
with which they are surrounded; by
tho oiled highways that help to give
it a touch of Santa Barbara or Mon
terey, and even by the well-kept right
of way and flower and vine-embowered
stations of the Boston & Maine
Railroad, upon which most of these
north shore communities are located.
The President will not be able to
look in any direction without seeing
the foliage-surrounded red roofs of
some muiii-miiiionaire or aipiomai,
! unless he looks In the direction of the
I sea, and there he will always find a
marine picture both restful and in
spiring. Illustrious Americans who at one
time and another have made their
summer homes upon the north shore,
Include Henry W. Longfellow, James
Russell Lowell, Rev. Dr. Edward l!v-
erett Hale, Richard Henry Dana, Jr.,
N. P. WillU and Daniel Webster. It
was Charles Sumner, who, visiting
the Manchester neighborhood for the
first time, declared the place to be
more beautiful than Biarritz, the
summer home of Napoleon III.
Norman's Woe, immortalized by
Longfellow; Rate's Chasm, Kettle
Cove, Eagle Head and Thunderbolt
Rock are a few of the points of In
terest in the neighborhood. The
drives, of course, are magnificent,
and may be said to form the chief
pastime of the sojourners there.
They may be extended around the
entire native cape for many miles.
Of the many "summer palaces" in
this regal vacation section, the most
magnificent Is the home of Henry
Clay Frlck, the Pittsburg steel
magnate, at Prides, In Beverly. It
cost, with its surrounding estate,
nearly $2,000,000, and required the
services of several hundred artisans
and laborers for two years. The
house is one of the finest and most
costly in the country. The sumptu
ous "cottage of John D. Rockefeller,
Jr., at Beverly Farms, is another
north shore landmark. Not far front
it la Justice O. W. Holmes' home.