prise on a soldierly figure almost as tall, statelier by far, than his own. Was he dreaming? Was this-Bobby choked and coughed on an audible gasp-could it be Pershing? Somehow the group divided and dropped off a few feet on each side, and the boy stood, pale and swaying, in his uniform of an American aviator, in the centre of the room, before the Commander-in-Chief of the American Expeditionary Force. Things about him swam. Had he done something unspeakable that the C.-in-C. himself must punish? Was it, possibly, that he had had the cheek, with his name? He saluted sharply. "I sent for you, captain," spoke a pleasant, deep voice, and the boy's dazed eyes met a famous smile. Was it proper to correct a mistake of a great man? He did not know. He flushed scarlet, wondering, and the instinct to refuse honors not his decided. "Beg pardon, sir-only lieutenant," Bobby brought out. He was sick then at his own presumption. What did his little title matter? His Own voice sounded strange. He licked his lips and gasped out loud again. The famous smile broadened. There was something marvellously engaging, marvellously reassuring, about this great man. "I seldom make mistakes in the rank of my officers," spoke the friendly tones. "This time I'm right. I sent for you to have the pleasure of telling you. Also that I have recommended you for the Congressional Medal. We Americans call that the highest decoration in the world.” The boy stood wide-eyed, petrified, swaying, a mere dumb lump, staring at the splendid figure of a soldier before him. He was conscious of seeing nothing but four stars on broad shoulders. The shoulders turned a bit. "General," spoke the voice which seemed now to Bobby to have been known to him and beloved by him all his life-and for the first time he was aware that another soldierly presence, in British uniform, this one, stood a step back of the American-"General Haig," spoke the C.-in-C., and laid a hand on Bobby and slewed him about, "this officer of mine has done a thing which might be called a miracle. He's given back to America a name lost to us almost a hundred and fifty years. He's redeemed it and cleaned it, and given it back glorious. General, I wish to present to you Captain Benedict Arnold." PANTHER! PANTHER! THERE is a panther caged within my breast, But what his name there is no breast shall know Save mine, nor what it is that drives him so, Backward and forward, in relentless quest: That silent rage, baffled but unsuppressed, The soft pad of those stealthy feet that go Over my body's prison to and fro, Trying the walls forever without rest. All day I feed him with my living heart, But when the night puts forth her dreams and stars The inexorable Frenzy reawakes; His wrath is hurled upon the trembling bars, The eternal passion stretches me apart And I lie silent, but my body shakes. GEORGE WASHINGTON, CAPTAIN P OF INDUSTRY By Eugene E. Prussing Of the Chicago Bar [FIRST PAPER] ROFESSOR JOHN BACH MACMASTER, in the second volume of his "History of the People of the United States," at pages 452-3, notes the death of Washington with this comment: "George Washington is an unknown man. When at last he is set before us in his habit as he lived, we shall read less of the cherry tree, and more of the man. Naught surely that is heroic will be omitted, but side by side with what is heroic will appear much that is commonplace. We shall behold the great commander repairing defeat with marvelous celerity, healing the dissensions of his officers and calming the passions of his mutinous troops. But we shall also hear of his oaths, and see him in those terrible outbursts of passion to which Mr. Jefferson alluded, and one of which Mr. Lear describes. We shall see him refusing to be paid for his services by Congress, yet exacting . . . the shilling that was his due. We shall know him as the cold and forbidding character with whom no fellow man ever ventured to live on close and familiar terms. We shall respect and honor him for being, not the greatest of generals, not the wisest of statesmen, not the most saintly of his race, but a man with many human frailties and much common sense, who rose in the fulness of time to be the political deliverer of our country." Washington, the man, is unknown. Upon this text, I offer this sketch. Washington came of a race of captains. It will not be necessary to go back to I have omitted from this paragraph a statement which seemed to me upon investigation not entirely justified by authority. Yet I do not regard Washington as "a cold and forbidding character." He was dignified, cautious, and seldom familiar, which misled many men into thinking him "difficult," cold, and forbidding. Even Hamilton in his youthful anger thought so. Washington's ancestry beyond this country to prove that. Colonel John Washington, the immigrant, and his brother, the former being Washington's great-grandfather, left England during Cromwellian times because they were loyalists, and by way of the West Indies came to Virginia at Jamestown, about 1659. They settled on lands between the Rappahannock and the Potomac, in what is to-day Westmoreland County. Colonel John Washington acquired much land, as well as fame and title as an Indian fighter, and was a noted man in his time, full of enterprise and energy. His residence, known as Wakefield, was on the bank of the Potomac River, near Pope's Creek, and there he married his second wife, a daughter of Colonel Pope. His first wife and two children had died soon after their arrival in Virginia. He was an extensive planter, and besides was associated with one Colonel Nicholas Spencer in bringing colonists to Virginia from the mother country. For such services he and Spencer received from Lord Culpeper five thousand acres of land on the Potomac, between Epsewasson and Little Hunting Creeks, and now known as Mount Vernon. He was a member of the House of Burgesses in 1665, was commissioned a colonel and proved his valor in aid of Bacon's Rebellion and in putting down the Indian incursions, which were of yearly occurrence. Colonel Washington commanded the joint forces of the Maryland and Virginia Rangers, and stopped for all time the depredations and massa-" cres east of the Blue Ridge. The last stand of the red man in this territory was made on what was afterward known as the River Farm of the Mount Vernon estate. Colonel John Washington died in 1677, at the age of fifty-four, after eighteen years of American enterprise and industry, and lies buried in the family vault at Bridge's Creek, near Wakefield. His estate was probated in Westmoreland County, showing that he left a will and ample provision for his family. To his elder son Lawrence he devised the homestead, Wakefield, and his share of the five thousand acres held in common with Colonel Nicholas Spencer at Mount Ver non. He provided further that a tablet inscribed with the Ten Commandments should be presented to the church at Wakefield in Washington Parish, named after him. This was procured from London. "Thus it will be seen that Colonel John Washington the immigrant was not only a very wealthy and very prominent man, but also a very pious one, which from every available source of information was a striking characteristic of his early descendants.' His son Lawrence Washington was born at Wakefield in 1661, and married Mildred, the daughter of Colonel Augustine Warner. He died at Wakefield in March, 1698, at the age of thirty-seven and lies buried there. Little is known of his career, but his will, probated March 30, 1698, in Westmoreland County, shows him to have been wealthy. After making numerous bequests to friends and distant relatives he divided the rest and residue of his personal estate, which appears to have been considerable, between his wife and three children. To his eldest son John he gave the ancestral home, Wakefield, to Augustine he left large landed interests up the valleys, and to his daughter Mildred the twenty-five hundred acres on Hunting Creek and the Potomac, which had been set apart to him in a partition with the Spencer heirs. These twenty-five hundred acres are that part of the Mount Vernon estate which immediately surrounds the mansion house. Augustine • Authorities are not cited in this article except in the text. They will perhaps appear in some later publication of the matter. It is but fair to say that the story of Washing ton's forebears is compounded from the various well-known books on the subject accessible in most large libraries and largely from that of my friend Charles H. Callahan, Esq., entitled "Washington, the Man and the Mason." Washington bought them from his sister Mildred and had tenants for some years there. In 1733 and 1734 he lived there with his second wife, Mary Ball. Augustine Washington was the father of General George Washington, the eldest son of this second marriage. Like his famous son, he was truly a captain of industry. He was well educated, active, and a successful business man of large affairs. Not only was he sent to Appleby in England for what we would now consider a high-school education, but he sent there his two eldest sons, Augustine and Lawrence, born of his first marriage, and undoubtedly would have also sent his next son, George. He was prevented by his early and untimely death on April 12, 1743, when but forty-nine years of age. He Augustine Washington was an important man in the community. owned six plantations on the Rappahannock and the Potomac and in the country back of them. He owned the ferry across the Rappahannock at Fredericksburg, and was part proprietor and manager of the iron-mine and works at Accotink, in which he had a twelfth interest, and represented the remaining owners, a company with headquarters in London. He was elected a member of the board of trustees of the town of Fredericksburg in 1742, and so must have been a proprietor of land in that city as well as being a resident of what we now know as the Cherry Tree Farm across the Rappahannock from that city. There he lived after the first house, which he built at Mount Vernon, was destroyed by fire. Like his grandfather Colonel John Washington, Augustine Washington engaged in transporting emigrants from England to Virginia, and among them found a schoolmaster for his son George. Parson Weems's legends indicate that he took a keen interest in the moral training of this son, and was one of the chief factors in his mental and moral development, and no doubt his mental characteristics descended to, and were developed in, the boy. It is well known that George Washington received his physical characteristics from his mother, together with certain elements in his disposition. He loved frequently in his youth and had a hasty temper, but he learned to control both these tendencies properly, and, while never perfectly in command of himself at all times, he realized his faults, kept the faith he pledged with his affections, and could and did apologize when he exceeded a just anger. Two of the greatest qualities, however, which our Washington discovered in his whole career, integrity and enterprise, |