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of that day; but, unfortunately, this pane of one of Lafayette's French officers, were standing
glass was removed from the house by a former in a little group together.
owner, so that this curious and interesting sou- “The rooms are so warm !" said Gitty Wyn-
venir of the past cannot now be seen in its proper koop. “Let us try to find some cooler place.”'
setting. Benson John Loss-
ing, the historian, tells of
visiting this old house in
1848, and of finding the
pane of glass still in the
window, with the three
names showing as plainly
as when cut with the dia-
mond of the French officer's
ring. The curious will find
facsimiles of the names
printed in his “Pictorial
Field-book of the Revolu-

The story of how the names
came to be scratched on the
pane of glass is interest-
ing and worth repeating.

While General Knox had his headquarters here, Lucy Knox, his beautiful wife, wishing to enliven "Good !" declared Maria Colden, laughing. "A the dullness of the season, gave a grand ball in full moon shines in the sky. Let us sit by the honor of Washington and his generals. The ball window and watch it." was opened by Washington himself, with pretty Accordingly the three couples made their way Maria Colden, one of the belles of the occasion. to one that looked out toward the west.



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Later in the evening, Maria Colden and her two “Of a surety this has been a most delightsome friends, Gitty Wynkoop and Sally Jansen, and evening !" Maria Colden sighed, as she seated hertheir gallants, a couple of American officers and self on the wide sill of the window. “Never did I dream of such an honor as having our great of this delightful hour, something that will tell General Washington for a partner! Oh, but is n't to aftertimes that this room and this hour were he a wondrous man! I do not wonder there be graced by the presence of three most beauteous some who think him almost more than mortal. and winsome maidens. Ladies, allow me," and Truly I could not have felt more awed had I the courtly Frenchman rose from the windowbeen treading the measure with an archangel!" sill, where he had been sitting by the side of “And truly I would not care to dance with an Maria Colden, and, bowing to each girl in turn,

slipped a diamond ring from his finger and turned to the window. "Allow me to inscribe here, on this pane of glass, the names that this evening has cut deep in our hearts !" and, pressing the sharp edge of the diamond to the glass, he slowly scratched the names of the three girls, Maria Colden, Gitty Wynkoop, and Sally Jansen, while the girls joked merrily over the awkwardness of his writing.

One must regret the removal of this unique and interesting souvenir of the past from the house where the gallant French officer made it. on that far-off night when Lucy Knox gave her great ball in honor of Washington and his generals.

But the General Knox Headquarters House has an interest all its own, aside from its historical associations.

In one room there is a secret treasure-vault dug under the floor, with a carefully concealed trap-door opening down into it. The hole is large enough for several men to hide in it, and is supposed to have been made during Revolutionary

times to hide the valuables of the house, or, on a e

pinch, to conceal an American or two, in case of a sudden raid by the British soldiers.

In another room there are two small closets, made in the chimney above the fireplace and concealed by panels, in every way like the others with which the wall above the fireplace is faced, except that they now have keyholes and hinges. In former times they are supposed to have been locked and opened by the pressure of secret springs. They must then have looked exactly like the other panels, and no one could have told that there were secret recesses behind them. Valuable papers and jewels might have been hidden in them in time of need.

Another interesting feature of the old house is

found in the large hall that runs directly through archangel, howsoever great the honor might be!" the middle of the main building. A thick stone laughed Gitty Wynkoop, with just a little touch partition, with a narrow door passing through it, of envy in her voice. "I would prefer the colonel divides this hall, midway, into two parts; and here," and she glanced archly at her escort. from the front part a stairway leads to the upper

"The night, indeed, has been one of great rooms of the house. At the first landing on these pleasure," and the eyes of the French officer stairs, where they make a turn, is a large square rested with admiration on the face of his com- hole cut through the thick wall of the partition panion. “Already has its memory been written and looking very much like the embrasure of a deep in my heart," and he bowed low to the fair fort; and probably this is what it was intended Maria. “But I would leave here some souvenir for-an embrasure through which the Americans





could fire on the Indians or other enemies, should all old houses, has its legends, weird and otherthey attack the house and break in the door at wise. From one of its rooms, in Revolutionary either end of the hall. At least it would answer times, a young girl is said to have disappeared such a purpose very well; and there seems to be one dark night, never again to be seen alive, and no need of it for either light or ventilation. this room is now declared to be haunted by her

Running from the second floor to the garret in uneasy spirit. There is also a legend of a secret the main building is another curiosity, a very passage running from the old house to Murqueerly constructed stairway, known the derer's Creek, a quarter of a mile away, and of a witches' stairway, possibly because the stairs go buried treasure; but the secret tunnel appears almost straight up, and yet one can walk up them hardly probable on account of the rocky nature quite easily without the aid of the hands. The of the ground through which it would have had steps are made in the form of right-angled tri- to be dug, and the buried treasure has never yet angles so placed on alternate sides of the steep, been found. narrow, box-like stairway as to enable one to Surely this quaint old house, that tells so much walk up the stairs by swinging the feet alter- of the past and how the people of that past lived, nately upward, from the step below to the step should be held in remembrance, and kept as a above on the opposite side. A very convenient hallowed shrine, where the young and the old arrangement, where the stairs must occupy little may come to have their thoughts turned anew to space; but it is almost like a ladder.

the great and good men it once sheltered, and to The General Knox Headquarters House, like whom we, who live now, owe so much.



General Washington and other Revolutionary heroes must often have crossed this bridge.



In his bed, fully dressed, on a day warm and fine, I found little Ted, and the clock had struck nine ! "Why," I cried, “Teddy, dear, are you ill, little

man? If not, hurry down just as soon as you can !"

"I was cross when I got up,” said queer little Ted, “They said I jumped out of the wrong side of bed; So I came back again just as quick as I could, I 'll get out on the right side-and then I 'll be

good !”

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bull, she made the dining-room and kitchen tidy

for the night. Even after they had gone into the ROY'S RETURN

sitting-room, he said nothing until he was about As the opening day of school approached, Eliza- to leave. Then he asked, as casually as though it beth grew more and more serious. She wanted

were an every-day matter: to go back with Nance and begin again. For the “Elizabeth, would you like to go back to school first time in her life, she felt a desire to learn this fall?" and to do for the sake of learning and doing, “Daddy!" she exclaimed. whereas, the year before, what little incentive she “I 've had a talk with Miss Grimshawe, and had sprang from pride alone. It was only the I 've told her that it 's the Lady of the Lane and fear of appearing stupid that had made her study not the Lady of 'The Towers' I wish to enroll. at all. But now, having proven her power in one Am I right?" direction, her ambition had been roused to excel Elizabeth for a moment hung her head. The in others.

comparison brought back very vividly that first The semi-victory over Nance in tennis brought episode, now almost forgotten. it to a head. She laughed gaily to herself as she "Look up, my daughter," said Mr. Churchill. realized the surprise to her old friends this new "I want you to understand that I 'm very proud acquisition of hers would be. She had made of you !" Nance promise not to breathe a word to any one Mrs. Trumbull rose and placed her arm about of their practice during the summer. She laid the drooping figure. awake nights picturing to herself how the girls "I won't have her shamed by no one," she would smile when she went upon the court, and asserted aggressively. “If Miss Grimshawe or the amazement which would follow should she

any one else dares" beat one after another of the minor players. "But Miss Grimshawe wants her very much," And she knew she could beat them. At times she he said reassuringly to Mrs. Trumbull. felt as though she could beat even Nance-per- He turned to his daughter. haps even Miss Winthrop. Ah, if she could win "I think that, in spite of everything, she has a a game against Miss Winthrop !

warm place in her heart for you, Elizabeth." And, after all, there was a good spirit back of "She 'd better have,” Mrs. Trumbull warned. these dreams. It was no self glorification she "What do you say, Beth ?" sought. Rather she seized upon the opportunity "I 'll be very, very glad to go back, Daddy!" as a chance to redeem herself. She saw her- she exclaimed. “Only-it does n't mean giving self now as others had seen her, and it brought up the home, does it ?" the hot color to her face. If they had looked “It would hurt me very much if you wanted to upon her as proud and indolent, it had been her give up that,” he answered. own fault.

The spring tournament had roused And so, after Elizabeth had cried a moment on her somewhat, but it was the inspiration of Mrs. her father's shoulder, and Mrs. Trumbull was Trumbull and the house by the lane that had through sputtering about Miss Grimshawe, the completed the work. One fared ill in attempting matter was all settled. the rôle of pretty incompetence before Mrs. "I suppose you will need some new clothes, Trumbull.

Beth," said her father. "Perhaps Mrs. Trumbull Several times she was upon the point of asking had better go into town with you to-morrow and her father to allow her to return to school, but in help you pick out what you need." the end her pride checked her. It would n't be

Elizabeth finished her shopping in a very few worth much coming that way. She must win the hours, where, a year ago, it would have taken her right to go back, as she wished to win other several days. Somehow gowns did not seem to things, by her own ability.

count for so much now. What she did select Three days before school was to open, her she chose with her usual good taste. father dropped in one evening for supper. He She told the news to Nance when the latter watched her with unusual keenness as she pre- came that afternoon, and Nance was almost as sided at the table, and later as, with Mrs. Trum- delighted about it as Elizabeth herself.

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THE TENNIS GAME. (SEE PAGE 794.) bad to beat you, as to be beaten by you. I 've hard these next few weeks. Are you too tired half a mind to keep out of it this fall."

to have a game this afternoon?" “Nonsense!" answered Elizabeth. “That would “Why should I be tired ?" asked Elizabeth. n't be fair to either of us. I guess we can both "You said you were shopping all the morning." stand a beating now and then, if it comes to that." Elizabeth made a wry face at the recollection.

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