Lippincotts Magazine, August, 1885

Lippincott's Magazine, August,
1885

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LIPPINCOTT'S MAGAZINE.
AUGUST, 1885.

TABLE OF CONTENTS.
ON THIS SIDE. by F.C. BAYLOR. VIII.

OUR VILLE. by MARGARET BERTHA WRIGHT.
THE PRIMITIVE COUPLE. by M.H. CATHERWOOD. I.
PARADISE. II. FORBIDDEN FRUIT. III. THE FLAMING SWORD.
PROBATION. by FLORENCE EARLE COATES.
THE PIONEERS OF THE SOUTHWEST. by EDMUND KIRKE.
TWO PAPERS. II.
A PLEASANT SPIRIT. by MARGARET VANDEGRIFT.
FISHING IN ELK RIVER. by TOBE HODGE.
ON A NOBLE CHARACTER MARRED BY LITTLENESS. by
CHARLOTTE FISKE BATES.
THE SCOTTISH CROFTERS. by DAVID BENNETT KING.
MY FRIEND GEORGE RANDALL. by FRANK PARKE.
THE WOOD-THRUSH AT SUNSET. by MARY C. PECKHAM.
A FOREST BEAUTY. by MAURICE THOMPSON.
OUR MONTHLY GOSSIP. Daniel Webster's "Moods." by F.C.M.
Feuds and Lynch-Law in the Southwest. by J.A.M. The Etymology of
"Babe." by S.E.T.
LITERATURE OF THE DAY.
Recent Fiction.
FOOTNOTES.
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LIPPINCOTT'S MAGAZINE.
_AUGUST, 1885_.
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ON THIS SIDE.
VIII.
Not the least delightful of Sir Robert's qualities was his capacity for
enjoying most things that came in his way, and finding some interest in
all. When Mr. Ketchum joined him in the library, where he was jotting
down "the sobriquets of the American States and cities," and told him
of the Niagara plan, his ruddy visage beamed with pleasure.
"A delightful idea. Capital," he said. "I suppose I can read up a bit
about it before we start, and not go there with my eyes shut.
Ni-a-ga-rah,--monstrously soft and pretty name. Isn't there something

on your shelves that would give me the information I want? But we can
come to that presently. Just now I want to find out, if I can, how these
nicknames came to be given. They must have originated in some great
popular movement, eh? I thought I saw my way, as, for example, the
'Empire State' and the 'Crescent City' and some others, but this 'Sucker
State,' now, and 'Buckeye' business,--what may that mean in plain
English?"
Mr. Ketchum shed what light he could on these interesting questions,
and Sir Robert thoughtfully ran his hands through his side-whiskers,
while, with an apologetic "One moment, I beg," or "Very odd, very;
that must go down verbatim," he entered the gist of Mr. Ketchum's
queer remarks in his note-book.
On the following morning he rose with Niagara in his soul. He had
more questions to ask at the breakfast-table than anybody could answer,
and was eager to be off. Mr. Ketchum, who had that week made no less
than fifty thousand dollars by a lucky investment, was in high spirits.
Captain Kendall, who had been allowed to join the party, was vastly
pleased by the prospect of another week in Ethel's society. Mrs. Sykes
was tired of Fairfield, and longed to be "on the move" again, as she
frankly said. So that, altogether, it was a merry company that finally set
off.
The very first view of "the ocean unbound" increased their pleasure to
enthusiasm. Mrs. Sykes, without reservation, admitted that it was "a
grand spot," and felt as though she were giving the place a certificate
when she added, "Quite up to the mark." She was out on the
Suspension Bridge, making a sketch, as soon as she could get there; she
took one from every other spot about the place; and when tired of her
pencil, she stalked about with her hammer, chipping off bits of rock
that promised geological interest. But she found her greatest
amusement in the brides that "infested the place" (to quote from her
letter to her sister Caroline), indulged in much satirical comment on
them, and, choosing one foolish young rustic who was there as her text,
wrote in her diary, "American brides like to go from the altar to some
large hotel, where they can display their finery, wear their
wedding-dresses every evening, and attract as much attention as
possible. The national passion for display makes them delight in
anything that renders them conspicuous, no matter how vulgar that

display may be. If one must have a fools' paradise, generally known as
a honeymoon, this is