Now, Rollo"s father and mother, together with his uncle George, formed

a plan for going up this mountain after blueberries, and they were going
to take Rollo and his cousin Lucy with them
Now, Rollo"s father and mother, together with his uncle George, formed
a plan for going up this mountain after blueberries, and they were going
to take Rollo and his cousin Lucy with them. Uncle George and cousin
Lucy were to come in a chaise to Rollo"s house immediately after
breakfast, and Rollo was to ride with them, and his father and mother
were to go in another chaise.

With the doing away with the restrictions that governed the methods of

the pitcher"s delivery of the ball and the introduction of the curve the
running up of large scores in the game became an impossibility, and the
batsman was placed at a decided disadvantage
With the doing away with the restrictions that governed the methods of
the pitcher"s delivery of the ball and the introduction of the curve the
running up of large scores in the game became an impossibility, and the
batsman was placed at a decided disadvantage.

The fact remains, however, that there is almost always a dramatic and

undramatic, a more dramatic and a less dramatic, way of doing a thing;
and an author who allows us to foresee and expect a dramatic way of
attaining a given end, and then chooses an undramatic or less dramatic
way, is guilty of having missed the obligatory scene
The fact remains, however, that there is almost always a dramatic and
undramatic, a more dramatic and a less dramatic, way of doing a thing;
and an author who allows us to foresee and expect a dramatic way of
attaining a given end, and then chooses an undramatic or less dramatic
way, is guilty of having missed the obligatory scene. For a general
discussion of what we mean by the terms 'dramatic' and 'undramatic' the
reader may refer back to Chapter III. Here I need only give one or two
particular illustrations.

"Had Dick changed at all?" she asked, trying to make her words as

listless as his
"Had Dick changed at all?" she asked, trying to make her words as
listless as his. "I wish that you would tell me something that he said.
You must know more about him than just"----

ACT IV

ACT IV.--THE COMPACT MAJORITY ON THE WARPATH.--The crowd, finding
that its immediate interests are identical with those of the
privileged few, joins with the bureaucracy in shouting down the
truth, and organizing a conspiracy of silence.

Colorado Springs, the fashionable watering place of all Colorado, was to

be our next stopping place
Colorado Springs, the fashionable watering place of all Colorado, was to
be our next stopping place. Leaving Denver on the night of October 27th,
we were obliged to change from the broad-gauge cars in which we had been
traveling, into narrow-gauge cars, in which we journeyed as far as
Ogden, and they seemed for a time cramped and uncomfortable as compared
with the 'Q.' outfit.

O thou whose blissful fate on earth all mortal weal excelled--

Who, while the sunlight touched thine eyes, the lord of all wert
held!
A god to Persian men thou wert, in bliss and pride and fame--
I hold thee blest too in thy death, or e"er the ruin came!
Alas, Darius! one brief word must tell thee all the tale--
The Persian power is in the dust, gone down in blood and bale!

That the time is ripe for such a movement I am confident, as I am also

that plenty of good ball players could be found to join its ranks
That the time is ripe for such a movement I am confident, as I am also
that plenty of good ball players could be found to join its ranks.

Slowly he raised his face to the skies

Slowly he raised his face to the skies. In the glare of the
searchlights a gleaming, silvery, oblong-shaped form was turning and
twisting like an animal at bay. They heard him catch his breath; then
their blood was frozen by a choking, heart-rending cry of agony and
rage.

--Don"t talk to me of it! It gets on my nerves, my brother"s

extravagance does
--Don"t talk to me of it! It gets on my nerves, my brother"s
extravagance does. I often quarrel with him because he"s so
improvident.

Take thou this gift from out the grave of Time

Take thou this gift from out the grave of Time.
The urns of Greece lie shattered, and the cup
That for Athenian lips the Muses filled,
And flowery crowns that on Athenian hair
Hid the cicala, freedom"s golden sign,
Dust in the dust have fallen. Calmly sad,
The marble dead upon Athenian tombs
Speak from their eyes 'Farewell': and well have fared
They and the saddened friends, whose clasping hands
Win from the solemn stone eternity.
Yea, well they fared unto the evening god,
Passing beyond the limit of the world,
Where face to face the son his mother saw,
A living man a shadow, while she spake
Words that Odysseus and that Homer heard,--
_I too, O child, I reached the common doom,
The grave, the goal of fate, and passed away_.
--Such, Anticleia, as thy voice to him,
Across the dim gray gulf of death and time
Is that of Greece, a mother"s to a child,--
Mother of each whose dreams are grave and fair--
Who sees the Naiad where the streams are bright
And in the sunny ripple of the sea
Cymodoce with floating golden hair:
And in the whisper of the waving oak
Hears still the Dryad"s plaint, and, in the wind
That sighs through moonlit woodlands, knows the horn
Of Artemis, and silver shafts and bow.
Therefore if still around this broken vase,
Borne by rough hands, unworthy of their load,
Far from Cephisus and the wandering rills,
There cling a fragrance as of things once sweet,
Of honey from Hymettus" desert hill,
Take thou the gift and hold it close and dear;
For gifts that die have living memories--
Voices of unreturning days, that breathe
The spirit of a day that never dies.

Our base-ball friends in New York, who had been looking for us for three

days, had been early apprised that the 'Adriatic' had arrived off Sandy
Hook, and, boarding the little steamer 'Starin' and the tug 'George
Wood,' they came down the bay, two hundred strong, to meet us
Our base-ball friends in New York, who had been looking for us for three
days, had been early apprised that the 'Adriatic' had arrived off Sandy
Hook, and, boarding the little steamer 'Starin' and the tug 'George
Wood,' they came down the bay, two hundred strong, to meet us. With the
aid of 'a leedle Sherman pand,' steam whistles and lusty throats they
made noise enough to bring us all on deck in a hurry. As the distance
between the vessels grew shorter we could distinguish among others the
faces of Marcus Meyer, W. W. Kelly, John W. Russel, Digby Bell, DeWolf
Hopper, Col. W. T. Coleman and many others, not least among them being
my old father, who had come on from Marshalltown to be among the first
to welcome myself and my wife back to America, and who, as soon as the
'Starin' was made fast, climbed on deck and gave us both a hug that
would have done credit to the muscular energy of a grizzly bear, but who
was no happier to see us than we were to see him and to learn that all
was well with our dear ones. I"m not sure but the next thing that he did
was to propose a game of poker to some of the boys, but if he did not it
was simply because there was too much excitement going on. That evening
we were the guests of Col. McCaull at Palmer"s Theater, where De-Wolf
Hopper, Digby Bell and other prominent comic opera stars were playing in
'The May Queen.' The boxes that we occupied that night were handsomely
decorated with flags and bunting, while from the proscenium arch hung an
emblem of all nations, a gilt eagle and shield, with crossed bats and a
pair of catcher"s gloves and a catcher"s mask.

In a play by Mr

In a play by Mr. James Bernard Fagan, _The Prayer of the Sword_, we have
a much clearer example of an inadequate obstacle. A youth named Andrea
has been brought up in a monastery, and destined for the priesthood; but
his tastes and aptitudes are all for a military career. He is, however,
on the verge of taking his priestly vows, when accident calls him forth
into the world, and he has the good fortune to quell a threatened
revolution in a romantic Duchy, ruled over by a duchess of surpassing
loveliness. With her he naturally falls in love; and the tragedy lies,
or ought to lie, in the conflict between this earthly passion and his
heavenly calling and election. But the author has taken pains to make
the obstacle between Andrea and Ilaria absolutely unreal. The fact that
Andrea has as yet taken no irrevocable vow is not the essence of the
matter. Vow or no vow, there would have been a tragic conflict if Andrea
had felt absolutely certain of his calling to the priesthood, and had
defied Heaven, and imperilled his immortal soul, because of his
overwhelming passion. That would have been a tragic situation; but the
author had carefully avoided it. From the very first--before Andrea had
ever seen Ilaria--it had been impressed upon us that he had no priestly
vocation. There was no struggle in his soul between passion and duty;
there was no struggle at all in his soul. His struggles are all with
external forces and influences; wherefore the play, which a real
obstacle might have converted into a tragedy, remained a sentimental
romance--and is forgotten.

"Well," he smiled, "that would be an improvement on most Academy

titles
"Well," he smiled, "that would be an improvement on most Academy
titles. An ordinary artist would simply name it 'Young Gentleman by
Trout-Stream.' Haven"t you often gone through a gallery picturing all
sorts of dramatic meanings in paintings, only to have your illusions
shattered by the catalogue?"

She said nothing in reply, and as if by tacit agreement they started

back along the path
She said nothing in reply, and as if by tacit agreement they started
back along the path. He did not break the silence, feeling that words
might be provocative of a retort that would dispel the growing feeling
of mutual confidence.

There in the smoke and the choking dust Austin Selwyn shook in the grip

of the greatest emotion he had ever known
There in the smoke and the choking dust Austin Selwyn shook in the grip
of the greatest emotion he had ever known. A girl was buried--a
fraction of a minute might mean her life. With hot breath and pulses
on fire, he led his unknown men through the choking ruins to where one
small, insignificant life was imprisoned.

What then? Are you afraid of being caught? But I told you, if anything

should happen, I"ll take the guilt on myself
What then? Are you afraid of being caught? But I told you, if anything
should happen, I"ll take the guilt on myself. Don"t you believe me?

In the darkest corner stands Someone in Gray called He

In the darkest corner stands Someone in Gray called He. The candle in
his hand is now no longer than it is thick. The wax is running over a
little. The stump burns with a reddish, flickering light, and casts a
red sheen on His stony face and chin.

A third theme to be handled with the greatest caution, if at all, is

that of heroic self-sacrifice
A third theme to be handled with the greatest caution, if at all, is
that of heroic self-sacrifice. Not that self-sacrifice, like revenge, is
an outworn passion. It still rages in daily life; but no audience of
average intelligence will to-day accept it with the uncritical
admiration which it used to excite in the sentimental dramas of last
century. Even then--even in 1869--Meilhac and Halevy, in their
ever-memorable _Froufrou_, showed what disasters often result from it;
but it retained its prestige with the average playwright--and with some
who were above the average--for many a day after that. I can recall a
play, by a living English author, in which a Colonel in the Indian Army
pleaded guilty to a damning charge of cowardice rather than allow a lady
whom he chivalrously adored to learn that it was her husband who was the
real coward and traitor. He knew that the lady detested her husband; he
knew that they had no children to suffer by the husband"s disgrace; he
knew that there was a quite probable way by which he might have cleared
his own character without casting any imputation on the other man. But
in a sheer frenzy of self-sacrifice he blasted his own career, and
thereby inflicted far greater pain upon the woman he loved than if he
had told the truth or suffered it to be told. And twenty years
afterwards, when the villain was dead, the hero still resolutely refused
to clear his own character, lest the villain"s widow should learn the
truth about her wholly unlamented husband. This was an extravagant and
childish case; but the superstition of heroic self-sacrifice still
lingers in certain quarters, and cannot be too soon eradicated. I do not
mean, of course, that self-sacrifice is never admirable, but only that
it can no longer be accepted as a thing inherently noble, apart from its
circumstances and its consequences. An excellent play might be written
with the express design of placing the ethics of self-sacrifice in their
true light. Perhaps the upshot might be the recognition of the simple
principle that it is immoral to make a sacrifice which the person
supposed to benefit by it has no right to accept.

So disgusted were the visitors and their followers over the showing that

we had made in spite of their best endeavors that they at once proceeded
to arrange another game for the next day, cancelling another date ahead
in order to do so
So disgusted were the visitors and their followers over the showing that
we had made in spite of their best endeavors that they at once proceeded
to arrange another game for the next day, cancelling another date ahead
in order to do so.