The Harris-Ingram Experiment

r reading a French novel. Leo had just finished a new novel entitled "A Broken Promise," Alfonso had r

dge, what do you thi

ied, "I never read the modern novel b

d that a realist can be no more than an imitator or a copyist. His philosophy makes the wax that receives and retains an image of an artist. R

for it is a cheat. It is often written with a deliberate attempt to beguile a person into reading a story which the writer deliberately planned to be simply the medium of conveying useful

in press and magazine, and later in book form, entering all our homes,

ms to me that the morality of character and scene has little to do with the artistic value of the book. T

rown together to satisfy groups of individuals rather than to conform to well accepted rules or ideas of art. Modern novels a

as an earnest listener as he had wished more knowledge of the Harris family, w

the ship to observe if the sun, at the expiration of twelve hours, would again touch the water. This twenty-fir

edly, however, the clouds near the water separated, and the sun again appeared in all his glory, sending a weird light out over the water, gilding the "M

nner sounded, "the sun is kissing the waves." Before any one could answer, the gorgeous sun was slowly sinking into t

midnight found all, save those on duty, asleep in the "Majestic," w

onship of the silver goddess of night. Whether she races with the clouds, silver tips the waves, or with her borrowed ligh

repaid, as the steamer was passing through a great school of porpoises that sometimes venture long distances from the British Islands. Alfonso ran to rap a

y sociable in their habits. Porpoises race and play with each other and dart out of the sea, performing almost as many antics as the circus clown. They feed on mackerel and herring, devouring large quantities. Years

ad, sir!" Officers and sailors were astir. Just ahead, and lying in the pathway of the steamer lay a whale, fifty feet in length, seemingly asleep, for he was motionless. The o

down out of sight, his broad tail splashing salt water into the faces of the young people who

for whom?" Al

mer and the whale,

le asked an officer if similar

enough, after breakfast, children ran up and down the deck shouting, "Whales! Whales!" and sev

g in the shape of an arch, bearing down on the steamer's course, and had it been night, possibly freighted with all the

rs. Harris; "can you tell us whe

-ice is called a 'Mer de Glace,' and has a motion down the valley, like any river, but of three feet more or less only per day. If time enough is allowed, vast quantities of this valley-ice move into the gulf or sea. When the sea is disturbed by a storm the ice wall

ion of Kentucky walked with her young husband whom she had first met at a New England seaside. She was glad to a

ldren followed. Dr. Argyle and a Philadelphia heiress kept step. Everybody walked, talked, and laughed, and the passengers had little need of the ship's doctor now. If the weather is

of his talented brother in the Church, and of another in the army; he had even ventured to speak of Lucille's grac

in his manner told her that he was not sincere; that he was a sch

s father's ability to cope with the strike, but Mrs. Harris and Lucille were much worried. "Don't let us

nature yearned for some confidant in whom she could find consolation. Mrs. Harris never quite understood her daughter. Lucille was noble, generous, and true in her affection. Her ideal of marriage was that the busy shuttle of life must be of Divine guidance, and often she was at a loss to understand some of the deep mysteries that had clouded her own life. Of this world's blessing

een in love, as her own heart had turned to him in the silen

Leo, you have given R

s gold I fear was more powerful than her love for me, a poor artist, and so she threw back the ruby ring and my mother's cameo, and crushed my heart an

oice and hand still trembling a littl

the steamer. For a moment Lucille earnestly gazed at Leo who seemed to her to be handsome and noble, but he appeared lost as in a dream. Every man is thought to be noble by the woman who loves

d I think I shall

human beings know little in

like. Leo confided in Lucille, and now Lucille confided in Leo; sh

had been sent to Paris; the details of the marriage had been arranged, a long journey abroad planned, and the city for our fu

ust received, and tell me if its contents were true. Bernard removed the letter from the envelope, looked at the signat

ontents were true, and he answered, 'Yes', and added t

ove her stil

le, but I lo

ans for the marriage were cancelled at once. 'First love or

heart-story and heart edict, "First love or none," had opened his own w

o Lucille, who with a flushed face looked more beautiful than ever, "At least we

bably be seen early next day on the port-side. All the morning, Mrs. Harr

bells struck the hour of ten o'clock. The officer on duty, pacing the bri

blue low down on the horizon to the northeast? That's the Skelligs, three rocky islets off the southwest coast of Ireland, near

e Patsie?" A

ald Isle, and the fine steamer that's taking us safely home, and may God bl

is a little money for the babies," and the

es later the sighting of the "Majestic" was cabled to the Lloyds of Liverpool and London and back to New York, vi

n read or told, and half believed, is now felt to be true, and you are delighted that you are so soon to see

morable in history as having been twice entered by the French navy for the purpose of invading Ireland. In sight is Valentia, the British terminus of the first Atlantic cable t

each far into the ever encroaching Atlantic like the bony fingers of a giant. Fastnet Rock lighthouse

d received, if the weather is bad, but Captain Morgan decided to steam into Queenstown Harbor, one of the finest bays in the world, being a sheltered basin of ten square miles, and the entrance strongly fortified. Within t

of less than ten thousand. It is situated on the terraced and sheltered south side of Great Island

white stone houses, relieved by spire and tower. On neighboring

engers for Liverpool, and to take ashore the Queenstown passengers, and the mails which, checked out, numbered over 1600 sacks. The transatlantic mail is put aboard the express and hu

ack bog oak, with the shamrock carved on the handles. Mrs. Harris was much pleased to renew her acquaintanc

the way aboard the lighter, and from the dock to the Queen's Hotel. Each carri

longed-for cablegram from his

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and Gertrude couldn't be w

ighted again to put foot on mother earth, to enjoy the green terraces, ivy-clad walls, cottages, and churches, and also to see the shamrock, a tiny clover, which St.

een park-like fields, rich woods, and a terrace that adorns the steep banks of the River Lee. A ruined castle at Monkstown is pointed out, which a thrifty woma

romwell and Marlborough captured. Here Rev. Thomas Lee, by his preaching, inclined William Penn, "Father of

ney and Dublin, the Harris family