The New England magazine . now erecting appearthoroughly to accord with this , in the broadest sense, the Museumbuildings to which one of the most valuablecollections of art in the Western world willbe transferred in 1909—barring unfore-seen contingencies — will stand as a monu-ment to the progressiveness of a manage-ment which would not be satisfied withmediocre or conventional , as may be expected, the Museum of FineArts creates in Boston a centre of popularas well as professional interest in the finearts such as exists in no other great city ofthe world, then the
The New England magazine . now erecting appearthoroughly to accord with this , in the broadest sense, the Museumbuildings to which one of the most valuablecollections of art in the Western world willbe transferred in 1909—barring unfore-seen contingencies — will stand as a monu-ment to the progressiveness of a manage-ment which would not be satisfied withmediocre or conventional , as may be expected, the Museum of FineArts creates in Boston a centre of popularas well as professional interest in the finearts such as exists in no other great city ofthe world, then the plans through whichsuch a result has been accomplished will bea perpetual memorial to men who, often atgreat sacrifice to their own interests andwith no possibility of personal aggrandize-ment or glorification, have applied theirtime and thought and material resources toenhancing existing opportunities for enjoy-ment of art under democratic conditions. OLD KING SPRUCE I : By HOLMAN F. DAY XII. BY HAND OF TOMMY THUNDER. ^HEN April came and with ca-ressing fingers began to strokethe softening snow from themountain flanks, she found fullhalf a million of the Enchantedcut still on the yards. If its to be a gamble, lets make it agood one, Rodburd Ide had counselledhis partner. Pile on every stick that win-ters back will carry. Pile till it breaks! Dwight Wade had a trustworthy kitchencabinet of advisers in old ChristopherStraight, Tommy Eye, and the chopping-boss; and with them as counsellors he ven-tured farther than his own narrow experi-ence would have prompted. O nights when April slept and the trick-ling slopes were stiffened by the cold, thecrew of the Enchanted stole a march onSpring. They awoke at sundown along withthe owls. They ate breakfast in the gloomof early evening. And, with the moon hold-ing her lantern for them in the serene skies,they rushed their logs into the waiting armsof Blunder Valley. That those arms wouldsurrender the timber when the time wasripe seem
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