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tumult, and a rushing of ladders down an hour they have hung unnoticed and the street. Three of the Fire Patrol, helpless, clinging like monkeys to the trapped on the stairway of the fourth narrow mesh of the steel. Doctors with story, had climbed out of a window, and their black bags, in overcoats and white retreating from the fire, crawled along trousers, hurry about, and many wounded the narrow ledge to a vertical wire sign are carried away. In the very midst of at the corner, where for a quarter of the battle, company by company, a roll
call is taken, and the missing are known It was the first fifth-alarm fire in a high, by name.
"proof” building. It was a severe trial The great Parker Building burned to and failure of the cleverest weapons that a skeleton of walls, and the Department our science has given for the fight with went down to a heavy defeat. Our own the fearful living spirit of our universe of Seventeen, in the very front of the fight, inert matter, for before this Destroyer lost in everything but life. Three men our best, as well as our worst, in engine were killed that night and forty were and hose was powerless, and New York taken to the hospital. It was near morn- thought of the fate of Baltimore and San ing when the battle was over, and a little Francisco. For the moment it seemed procession, rubber-clad and helmeted, a cureless impotence in our new and with pikes and swinging lanterns, entered proud civilization, and man still the idle the great columned doorway to find the sport of these monstrous, shambling, men that were lost. Seven times they brute-like gods of the elements—these struggled up three flights of stairs, only spirits of the original chaos, capricious, to return defeated by the smoke, the kill- all-powerful, and cruelly delighting in ing heat and thudding bricks. Nor did their strength. they succeed for three days. And soon But Cleary, our "bunkie,"heartbroken, again the roll of death was to grow. coughing the smoke out of his lungs as Within another month three more brave he dragged on an overcoat, had a valid fellows died at fires—the lion-hearted theory of defeat: “It takes the Chief," Deputy Chief, Kruger, miserably drowned he spluttered.“ If he'd 'a' been here, in a sub-cellar.
he'd 'a' been lightin' his cigar by now The flaming wonders of that night with that grin o' his, and O'Connor and were in part the woeful gift of political Phillips 'ud be doin' easy “sentry go' graft or incompetence. Yet rotten hose on Turkish rugs instead o' lyin' dead in but masked the fact of a worse. defeat. that cellar!"
TO A TRUE LANDSCAPE GARDENER FLOWERS, SHRUBS, TREES ND SHAVEN LAWNS ARE... PIGMENTS, MASSES OF LIGHT AND SHADE, TEXTURES, SURFACES, WITH WHICH HE COM POSES HIS OUTDOOR PICTURES
“There is no ancient gentlemen but gardeners; . . . they hold up Adam's profession,” was the not altogether unprejudiced opinion of the First Gravedigger; and we may infer from Mr. John La Farge's statement that the Fiji Isiander arranges his garden with an engaging taste, not inartistic, that the art of landscape gardening was known before the dawn of civilization. But, like most of the other arts, it was of comparatively late development in this country. Its greatest American exponent, the late Frederick Law Olmsted, did not enter upon his career as a landscape architect until after the Civil War. The secure and honorable position which landscape gardening has now come to hold among the professions and its successful adoption by a small group of earnest women have led The Outlook to ask Miss Hartt to present a study of this latter phase of the subject. Landscape gardening for women is no longer an experiment, though the question of the extent to which the natural aptitude and the requisite training for it can be combined with the necessary strength and endurance may still remain unanswered. In connection with Miss Hartt's article we present a series of photographs which, while only in part portraying the work of women, illustrate certain general phases of the subject.—THE EDITORS. .
VOLLECTORS of novel occupa- scores of young women who do not get
tions for women-how many they so far as this are talking of “ taking up"
are, to be sure, and how con- landscape gardening, for all the world as scientiously they scour the earth for if it were a craft, like basketry or burntthings a woman might supposedly be wood. able to do !-are lightly holding out the These good ladies have commonly the profession of landscape gardening as a most rudimentary notions as to the congenial, soothing, out-of-doors pursuit demands, the hardships, or the rewards to wkich a woman of tạstę, who loves of the profession. Herein they are in flowers, cannot do better than turn her no worse case than their fathers and hand. Such counsel is taking sure effect, brothers. A well-known Boston archihelped on, no doubt, by, the flood of tect assures me that an amazing number "how-to" gardening books, in which the of otherwise sane, responsible business art seems to simmer down to a question men come to him every year, saying : whether to put sweet-peas here or nas- “ I'm all worn out. I need a rest. Once turtiums there. Landscape architects
Landscape architects upon a time I dug a rose-bush and it tell me that they are continually besieged got on famously. Do you know, I've a with letters from fair aspirants seeking notion to go in for landscape gardening 1" advice how best to arm themselves for Plainly it is time for a rational discareers in the garden. And certainly cussion of the subject.