NIAGARA FALLS "HOW would you two Ethels like to go to Niagara Falls?" asked Mrs. Morton a day or two after the famous flight, as she slipped back into its envelope a letter which she had just read. "Oh!" cried both girls in long drawn joy. "This letter is from Mrs. Jackson at Fort Edward in Buffalo," explained Mrs. Morton. "Lieutenant Jackson is your father's best friend, Ethel Blue, and Mrs. Jackson knew your mother and she wants to seize this opportunity of our being near Buffalo this summer to see her friend's little daughter." "Not—me—and Niagara?" questioned Ethel Brown. "She has a daughter about your age and she thought it would be a pleasant week-end for all three of you if you two could go to Buffalo on Friday afternoon and stay over Sunday. She will take you on Saturday to see the Falls." "How perfectly magnificent!" exclaimed Ethel Blue. "How shall we get to Buffalo?" asked Ethel Brown. "We've never been so far alone." "Roger will put you on the train at Mayville and "All we'll have to do will be to sit still?" "Between the parting with Roger and the meeting with Mrs. Jackson. Exactly," returned Mrs. Morton, smiling. "Are we equal to it?" Ethel Brown demanded of Ethel Blue in the quizzical way that made her so much like Roger. "We are," returned Ethel Blue promptly, and the two girls marched about the room, their arms over each other's shoulders, with the back-step that they delighted in—one, two, three steps forward, and the fourth step back. "One, two, three, back; one, two, three, back," they chanted. "Why this hilarity?" questioned Roger from the threshold. "We are going to the Falls, the Falls, the Falls, We are going to the Falls in the morning," chanted the prospective travellers. "You are!" ejaculated Roger. "When? How? Are we all going?" "Not you. Only the two best-behaved members of the family are invited," declared Ethel Brown. "Mother, aren't my manners the top notch of perfection?" Roger demanded. "They're very good at times," returned his mother calmly. "'At times' means all the time, of course," insisted Roger. "Did Mother ever compliment you like that, kids?" "You're going part way with us," they announced kindly. "Good enough. How far? To Buffalo?" Roger beamed. "Not quite. To Mayville." Roger groaned. "To Mayville! Three miles. You'll be saying next that I may have the privilege of walking there to see you off and waving my hand as the train departs." "That's just what we are saying, my child. Except that we'll all travel the three miles in our trolley car or on our steamer instead of on our feet." "Mother, Mother! Help! Help!" cried Roger, holding his hands to his distracted brow. "Are these young women mad or do my ears deceive me? Do I 'lamp' Niagara Falls? Or does my part of the trip stop at Mayville?" "If I get your meaning through your somewhat obscure language," replied Mrs. Morton who liked to take an occasional shot at Roger's slang, "you'll not see Niagara Falls, but you will escort your sister and cousin to the train at Mayville." "But you don't mean to tell me that those babes, those infants in arms are going the rest of the way by themselves? They'll be lost in the vastnesses of Buffalo! They'll shoot the chutes or fall the Falls or—" "When your breath gives out we'll tell you what has happened," remarked Ethel Brown loftily. "'Pray do,'" quoted Roger. "We've had an invitation—that is, Ethel Blue has—" "I judged as much," commented Roger faintly. "—from Mrs. Jackson at Fort Edward." "Ah! A great light begins to break upon me!" "She asked Ethel Blue to go to Buffalo for the week-end and to bring me—" "—and we're to go to Niagara Falls on Saturday," finished Ethel Blue triumphantly. Roger frowned. "All I've got to say is that I'm proud to be the three-mile escort of such travelled young ladies. I bow before you and place my humble services at your disposal," which he did with an elaborate flourish and his hand on his heart. It seemed to the Ethels that there were a thousand matters to be attended to before they went on Friday. They had to decide what dresses they should wear and what they should take. Each one had her own suitcase and they had been fitting their bags with small travelling comforts for several months before the summer trip to Chautauqua. One or two trifling affairs still remained undone and these they set themselves to make before the eventful day of departure. "When I see a bag opened I know at once whether its owner is a tidy person or not," Mrs. Morton said. "Everything ought to be neatly arranged and covered with a tuck-in square over all." It was the tuck-in square that neither of the girls had finished before leaving Rosemont. Now they "The cloth prevents the straps from doing any injury to your freshly laundered clothes, you see," explained Mrs. Morton. "And it keeps dust out, too," said Ethel Brown. "And it certainly looks perfectly scrumptious," decided Ethel Blue with her head on one side admiringly. The Ethels were up bright and early on the exciting morning. "What's the use," demanded Roger, "of your going around like dizzy antelopes at this time of day when you don't have to take the boat until two o'clock?" "You'd be doing it yourself if you were going," retorted Ethel Brown. "Somehow it spreads out the fun." "For you," growled Roger. "For us stay-at-homes it flaunts your good luck in our faces—no, I didn't mean that," he added quickly as he saw a shadow grow in Ethel Blue's sensitive eyes. "Honest, "I do wish you and Helen were going too," answered Ethel Blue. "It would be lots nicer." Roger saw that he had made a mistake by insisting on his misfortune, a mistake that often is made when we try to be funny, and he laid himself out to be especially nice to the girls. He took every care of them, carrying their bags, passing them through the gate and helping them on to the boat with as much formality as he would have shown to his mother and grandmother. Though not long, it was a pleasant sail from Chautauqua to Mayville. The boat touched at Point Chautauqua on the other side of the lake where a group of summer-boarder young people were saying "Good-bye" to a friend with many loud exclamations of grief. The boys wrung imaginary tears from their handkerchiefs and one of the girls pretended that she required a tub that was standing on the pier to contain the evidences of her woe. The Ethels were hugely amused at this comedy and laughed heartily, while Roger, who was still in a serious mood, frowned and called it all "stupid." At Mayville they had to walk the length of the pier, but at its head they found the station. Roger presented each of the girls with a magazine with which he had provided himself before leaving Chautauqua, and a box of candy and a package of sandwiches gave them the wherewithal for afternoon tea if they should become too hungry for endurance before they reached Buffalo. "Afternoon tea without the tea," smiled Ethel Brown. "I do wish Mrs. Jackson had asked you," repeated Ethel Blue as Roger helped her up the steps of the car. "She would if she had known how nice I am," laughed Roger. "Good-bye, good-bye," and he waved a farewell as long as he could see their car. Once under way the girls gave themselves up to the excitement of their first travelling by themselves. They examined the faces of all the passengers and decided that no one was very handsome but that they all looked very kind and that they should not hesitate to call upon them for help if they needed it. "The old man just behind us is something like Grandfather," said Ethel Brown. "If we don't see Mrs. Jackson right off when we get out at Buffalo we'll ask him what we ought to do." "Aunt Marion said we'd better not speak to anybody except the men wearing the railway uniform," objected Ethel Blue. "If she isn't in sight when we get off we'll ask the conductor or a brakeman or a porter where the waiting room is and we'll go right there and sit down till she comes." But they need not have been at all concerned, for Mrs. Jackson was at the very steps of their car when they walked down them. A girl of their own age stood just behind her. Mrs. Jackson was tall, with light hair and her daughter was strikingly like her. "I'm sure this is Ethel Blue!" cried Mrs. Jackson without hesitation. "You have your mother's eyes, Katharine was not shy. She had lived all her life in garrisons and she was accustomed to meeting many people. She shook hands with her guests and took Ethel Blue's bag. "A friend of Mother's let us have her car to come to the station in," she said. "It's just outside this door. It's more fun than going in the street car." The Ethels thought so, too, though they flew along so fast that they hardly could see the sights of the new city. Katharine chattered all the time. "You came along the lake almost all the way, Mother says. It must have been lovely. I'm so glad we're here at Fort Edward. It's right on the water and the sunsets are beautiful." "This is the memorial to President McKinley," Mrs. Jackson informed the Ethels as they drove through Niagara Square. "It was in Buffalo that he was shot, you remember." It did not take many minutes to reach Fort Edward, which they found to be merely barracks and officers' houses, with no fortified works. "When Canada and the United States decided not to have any fortifications between the two countries it looked like a dangerous experiment," said Mrs. Jackson when the Ethels, soldiers' children, remarked upon this peculiarity of the so-called fort. "It has worked well, however. There have been times when it would have been a sore temptation "I wonder what would have happened in Europe if there had been no forts between Germany and France," said Ethel Blue thoughtfully. "Armament has not brought lasting peace to them," Mrs. Jackson agreed to the girl's thought. It was an evening of delight to the Mortons. They always realized to the full that they actually belonged to the Service when occasion took them to a fort or a navy yard. They saw the flag run down at sunset and they beamed happily at everything that Katharine pointed out to them and at all the stories that Lieutenant Jackson told them. Ethel Blue was particularly interested in his tales of the days at West Point when he and her father had ranked so nearly together that it was nip and tuck between them all the way through. "Until the end," Mr. Jackson owned handsomely. "Then old Dick Morton came out on top." It was novel to Ethel Blue to hear her father called "old Dick Morton," but Lieutenant Jackson said it with so much affection that she liked the sound of it. Of course the Niagara expedition was topmost in the minds of the Ethels. "You've never been to the Falls?" Mrs. Jackson asked. "I'm glad Katharine is to have the pleasure of showing them to you first. I wish I could go with you but I have an engagement this morning that I can't put off, so Gretchen is going to take you." "Gretchen is like your Mary," explained Katharine. "She used to be my nurse. I don't ever remember Gretchen's not being with us." Gretchen proved to be a large, comfortable looking German woman of forty and the Ethels liked her at once. They went by trolley to the Falls. "It takes a little longer," Mrs. Jackson said, "but if you're like me you'll enjoy seeing a new bit of country and you can do it better from the electric car than from the steam train." It was a wonderful day for all the girls. The Mortons enjoyed all the new sights and were not ashamed to express their delight; and Katharine, although she had taken many guests on this same trip, took pleasure in seeing their pleasure. Their first stop was before they reached the city of Niagara Falls. "What is this big place?" asked Ethel Brown. "They make use of the power of the water to run factories and to light towns," explained Katharine. "You see those wheels lying flat on their sides?" She pointed down into a deep shaft whose dripping walls sent a chill up to the onlookers. "Those are turbines," Katharine went on. "The water from the river is racing along outside not doing any good in the world except to look exciting, so they let some of it flow in through those openings way down there and it turns these turbines and they make machinery go." "I noticed ever so many factories near here." "There are a great many here because power is so cheap, but they are also able to send electric "What becomes of the water that makes these turbines go?" "When you see it come out of a small tunnel below the Falls and compare it with the amount that is still tumbling over the Falls you'll be wonderstruck that so small an amount can do so much work. We'll see the place later." Taking the car again they completed their journey to the town and the girls could hardly wait to see the great cascade which they heard roaring in the distance. Katharine led them first to the very edge of the American Fall. The thick green water slid over the brink almost under their feet in a firm, moving wall, and they had to lean over to see it break into white foam on the rocks below. Like a great horseshoe ran the upper edge, the centre hollowed back by centuries of wear from the swift stream that pressed out of Lake Erie through the ever-narrowing channel toward Lake Ontario. Over the bridge they went to Goat Island where they seemed on a level with the swirling mass that bore down directly upon them. Gretchen gave an occasional scream of anxiety. "Dis water it makes me frighted," she confessed. The girls raced over the islands called the Sisters and every sight on the American side except the Gorge ride was behind them by luncheon time. Refreshed by food they started out again. "We'll go down the Gorge on the American side," explained Katharine, "and come back on the Canadian side. I've tried both ways and I like that best." The Gorge ride was all that Katharine had hinted. "It takes your breath away," gasped Ethel Blue as the car traveled slowly beside the turbulent water, crowding and racing after its fall from the cliff above, and hurrying on, incredibly deep, to its outlet. "I hardly want to look at it," admitted Ethel Brown as they passed the Whirlpool with its threatening circular motion. Gretchen frankly closed her eyes. "It is wonderful, but too big for me," she admitted. "You'll not be frightened when we go back, because the track on the Canadian side runs high up on the cliff," said Katharine. "Then when we reach the Falls once more we'll go down to the water level on that side and take the Maid of the Mist." "What's that?" "A tiny steamer. It goes close up to the Falls—so near you almost feel you are under them." "You can really go under them, can't you? I've heard people tell about it." "Yes, but it's no place for children, Father says, so we'll have to put up with the 'Maid.'" It proved, however, that they would have to put up with even less. For when they prepared to make the change of cars that was necessary for "You're German," he said. "Ja," she answered placidly. "Then you can't come here." "I can't come here! Why not? I been here many times—I und my young lady." "No Germans allowed here," he insisted. "She's my nurse," explained Katharine. "My father's an officer at Fort Edward. He's an American. We are neutral," she insisted. It was all in vain. The Canadian had his orders and he could not be moved. "Orders," was all that Katharine could get by way of explanation. Being a soldier's daughter she understood that orders were meant to be obeyed and she did not insist for long. "It's too bad, but I don't see how we can help it," she said. "I suppose every German is suspected now, but it's silly to think Gretchen is a spy," and she threw her arm around the shoulder of the German woman. She had been frightened by the man's roughness. "Don't you mind, Gretchen dear," she said. "When the war is over we'll come again. I'm sorry about the Maid of the Mist," she apologized to the girls, "but of course we can't go without Gretchen." It was a rather thoughtful group that returned to Buffalo, for the little experience with Gretchen had made them all feel that the war they were hearing so much about was nearer than they had realized. "Somehow it has seemed as far away as the moon," said Ethel Brown. "But now I feel as if it might jump out at us any minute." "It won't," Lieutenant Jackson reassured her; "but Gretchen's experience gives us something to think about from many points of view." Sunday passed happily and on Monday Mrs. Jackson and Katharine took their guests to the station and started them toward Mayville, where Roger met them. "It has been a wonderful visit," said Ethel Blue to her aunt. "Mrs. Jackson told me a great deal about my mother. She must have been lovely." "She was a very dear woman," replied Mrs. Morton, kissing her niece. "The only uncomfortable thing was about Gretchen," Ethel went on. "I wish that man hadn't frightened her." |