nsented finally to write fragments
of her life, anonymously. We were pledged not to reveal her identity.
A few changes in geography and time were made in her manuscript, but
otherwise the story is true to life, laden with adventure, spirit and
the American philosophy. She has refused to accept any remuneration for
the magazine publication or for royalties on the book rights. The money
accruing from her labor is being set aside in The Central Union Trust
Company of New York City as a trust fund to be used in some charitable
work. She has given her book to the public solely because she believes
that it contains a helpful message for other women, It is the gracious
gift of a woman who has a deep and passionate love for her country, and
a tender responsiveness to the needs of her own sex.

MARIE M. MELONEY.

September 1, 1922.

THE LOG-CABIN LADY

I.

I was born in a log cabin. I came to my pioneer mother in one of
Wisconsin's bitterest winters.

Twenty-one years later I was sailing for England, the wife of a diplomat
who was one of Boston's wealthy and aristocratic sons.

The road between--well, let it speak for itself. Merely to set this
story on paper opens old wounds, deep, but mercifully healed these many
years. Yet, if other women may find here comfort and illumination and a
certain philosophy, I am glad, and I shall feel repaid.

The first thing I remember is being grateful for windows. I was three
years old. My mother had set me to play on a mattress carefully placed
in the one ray of sunlight streaming through the one glass window of our
log cabin. Baby as I was, I had ached in the agonizing cold of a
pioneer winter. Lying there, warmed by that blessed sunshine, I was
suddenly aware of wonder and joy and gratitude. It was gratitude for
glass, which could keep out the biting cold and let in the warm sun.

To this day windows give me pleasure. My father was a school-teacher
from New England, where his family had taught the three R's and the
American Constitution since the days of Ben Franklin's study club. My
mother was the daughter of a hardworking Scotch immigrant. Father's
family set store on ancestry. Mother's side was more practical.

The year before my birth these two young people started West in a
prairie schooner to stake a homestead claim. Father's sea-man's chest
held a dictionary, Bancroft's History of the United St