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McCLURE'S MAGAZINE

VOL. I    AUGUST, 1893    No. 3


_Copyright, 1893, by S. S. McClure, Limited. All rights reserved._

Table of Contents

                                                                  PAGE
  A Dialogue Between Eugene Field and Hamlin Garland. Recorded
      by Hamlin Garland.                                           195
  The Shadow Boatswain. By Bliss Carman.                           205
  The Slapping Sal. By Conan Doyle.                                206
  "Human Documents."                                               213
  Some Professional Adventures of Karl Hagenbeck. By Raymond
      Blathwayt.                                                   219
  The Story I Heard on the Cars. By Mrs. E. V. Wilson.             224
  Mrs. Gladstone and Her Good Works. By Mary G. Burnett.           235
  A Boys' Republic. By Alfred Balch.                               242
  The Happy Life. By Sir Henry Wotton.                             254
  Edwin Booth. On and Off the Stage. By Adam Badeau.               255
  Burglars Three. By James Harvey Smith.                           268
  Stranger Than Fiction. By Dr. William Wright.                    277




Illustrations

                                                                  PAGE
  The Old Homestead at Fayetteville, Vermont.                      196
  Eugene Field's Home at Buena Park, Chicago.                      197
  The Hall.                                                        198
  A Bit of Library.                                                199
  The Dining-Room.                                                 199
  The Drawing-Room.                                                201
  Field's "Treasures."                                             203
  Hairy Hudson.                                                    206
  Captain Johnson and Mr. Wharton.                                 207
  The Action.                                                      209
  Aboard the "Leda."                                               210
  Oliver Wendell Holmes.                                           214
  J. J. Ingalls.                                                   216
  Jules Verne.                                                     218
  Karl Hagenbeck's Father and His First Show in Berlin.            220
  The Scramble in Munich.                                          223
  The Old and New Castle of Hawarden.                              236
  Miss Glynne (Mrs. Gladstone), 1838.                              237
  The Orphanage, Hawarden.                                         237
  The Inmates of Woodsford Hall in the Forest.                     239
  The Annual Lunch Party of the Notting Hill School Girls.         240
  Mrs. Gladstone To-day.                                           241
  The Chapel.                                                      243
  The Camp on March.                                               249
  A Halt for Supper.                                               250
  The Barge.                                                       250
  Captain Cairn's House.                                           253
  The Death Mask of Edwin Booth.                                   267
  "I Ain't No Missionary!"                                         269
  "Excellent Claret," Said Harry.                                  271
  "No Violence, Jim!"                                              272
  "What Is Your Annual Income as a Burglar?"                       273




REAL CONVERSATIONS.--II.

A DIALOGUE BETWEEN EUGENE FIELD AND HAMLIN GARLAND.

RECORDED BY HAMLIN GARLAND.


One afternoon quite recently two men sat in an attic study in one of
the most interesting homes in the city of Chicago. A home that was a
museum of old books, rare books, Indian relics, dramatic souvenirs and
bric-a-brac indescribable, but each piece with a history.

[Illustration]

It was a beautiful June day, and the study window looked out upon a
lawn of large trees where children were rioting. It was a part of
Chicago which the traveler never sees, green and restful and
dignified, the lake not far off.

The host was a tall, thin-haired man with a New England face of
the Scotch type, rugged, smoothly shaven, and generally very
solemn--suspiciously solemn in expression. His infrequent smile
curled his wide, expressive mouth in fantastic grimaces which seemed
not to affect the steady gravity of the blue-gray eyes. He was
stripped to his shirt-sleeves and sat with feet on a small stand. He
chewed reflectively upon a cigar during the opening of the talk.
His voice was deep but rather dry in quality.

The other man was a rather heavily built man with brown hair and beard
cut rather close. He listened, mainly, going off into gusts of
laughter occasionally as the other man gave a quaint turn to some very
frank phrase. The tall host was Eugene Field, the interviewer a
Western writer by the name of Garland.

"Well now, brother Field," said Garland, interrupting his host as he
was about to open another case of rare books. "You remember I'm to
interview you to-day."

Field scowled savagely.

"O say, Garland, can't we put that thing off?"

"No. Must be did," replied his friend decisively. "Now there are two
ways to do this thing. We can be as literary and as deliciously select
in our dialogue as Mr. Howells and Professor Boyesen were, or we can
be wild and woolly. How would it do to be as wild and woolly as those
Eastern fellers expect us to be?"

"All right," said Field, taking his seat well upon the small of his
back. "What does it all mean anyway? What you goin' to do?"

"I'm goin' to take notes while we talk, and I'm goin' to put this
thing down pretty close to the fact, now, you bet," said Garland,
sharpening a pencil.

"Where you wan'to begin?"

"Oh, we'll have to begin with your ancestry, though it's a good deal
like the introductory chapter to the old-fashioned novels. We'll start
early, with your birth for instance."

"Well, I was born in St. Louis."

[Illustration: THE OLD HOMESTEAD AT FAYETTEVILLE, VERMONT.]

"Is that so?" the interviewer showed an unprofessional surprise. "Why,
I thought you were born in Massachusetts?"

"No," said Field, reflectively. "No, I'm sorry of course, but I was
born in St. Louis; but my parents were Vermont people." He mentioned
this as an extenuating circumstance, evidently. "My father was a
lawyer. He was a precocious boy,--graduated from Middlebury College
when he was fifteen, and when he was nineteen was made States-Attorney
by special act of the legislature; without that he would have had to
wait till he was twenty-one. He married and came West, and I was born
in 1850."

"So you're forty-three? Where does the New England life come in?"

"When I was seven years old my mother died, and father packed us boys
right off to Massachusetts and put us under the care of a maiden
cousin, a Miss French,--she was a fine woman too."

Garland looked up from his scratchpad to ask, "This was at Amherst?"

"Yes. I stayed there until I was nineteen, and they were the sweetest
and finest days of my life. I like old Amherst." He paused a moment,
and his long face slowly lightened up. "By the way, here's something
you'll like. When I was nine years old father sent us up to
Fayetteville, Vermont, to the old homestead where my grandmother
lived. We stayed there seven months," he said with a grim curl of his
lips, "and the old lady got all the grandson she wanted. She didn't
want the visit repeated."

He sat a moment in silence, and his face softened and his eyes grew
tender. "I tell you, Garland, a man's got to have a layer of country
experience somewhere in him. My love for nature dates from that visit,
because I had never