Howard Pyle, a chronicle by Charles D. Abbott, with an introduction by N. C. Wyeth and many illustrations from Howard Pyle's works.

"THE BLOODY QUAKER"
kindly man, who leaned over the table for an occasional
genial word, who talked mostly to the quiet girls or the shy
boys, who urged one to' eat lots of peach ice cream and dispensed salad in truly Southern portions.
"When the scores of the players were announced, Miss
Seventeen heard in dazed surprise her name called as winner
of the first prize. If only it might be an original sketch by
Mr. Pyle himself!' That the Fates might have so ordained
was her one thought as she rose at her host's request to
receive her gift. Mr. Pyle never knew how agonizingly
long were the seconds during which she faced the expectant
assembly, while he made the humorous presentation speech
that had popped into his head, and until an opened box
revealed her present to be a hat pin.
"Onie more picture of Rehoboth days includes Mr. Pyle.
There came a morning when Salomy's beaten biscuits were
more marvelous wonders of cookery than usual. When this
happened neighborly instinct prompted a sharing. A
pleased youngster was dispatched with a heaped-up plate
and a message for the Pyles. The plate proved her open
sesame to that innermost sanctuary, the studio itself, where
Mr. and Mrs. Pyle and the artist's secretary welcomed the
gift as if beaten biscuit were the rarest thing in life instead
of an everyday Rehoboth necessity.
"On the easel stood the picture that was later to make
the frontispiece of a well-known magazine. Under a
blossoming apple tree sat a young girl and her lover. Back
of the tree, grimly suggestive of coming change, stood a
tall figure in white draperies wielding'a, scimitar. No
accompanying poem was needed to explain the illustration.
"'Do you understand now the scene you surprised in the
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