This was how Fetyukovitch concluded his speech, and the enthusiasm of the audience burst like an irresistible storm. It was out of the question to stop it: the women wept, many of the men wept too, even two important personages shed tears. The President submitted, and even postponed ringing his bell. The suppression of such an enthusiasm would be the suppression of something sacred, as the ladies cried afterwards. The orator himself was genuinely touched.


And it was at this moment that Ippolit Kirillovitch got up to make certain objections. People looked at him with hatred. "What? What's the meaning of it? He positively dares to make objections," the ladies babbled. But if the whole world of ladies, including his wife, had protested he could not have been stopped at that moment. He was pale, he was shaking with emotion, his first phrases were even unintelligible, he gasped for breath, could hardly speak clearly, lost the thread. But he soon recovered himself. Of this new speech of his I will quote only a few sentences.


"... I am reproached with having woven a romance. But what is this defense if not one romance on the top of another? All that was lacking was poetry. Fyodor Pavlovitch, while waiting for his mistress, tears open the envelope and throws it on the floor. We are even told what he said while engaged in this strange act. Is not this a flight of fancy? And what proof have we that he had taken out the money? Who heard what he said? The weak‐minded idiot, Smerdyakov, transformed into a Byronic hero, avenging society for his illegitimate birth—isn't this a romance in the Byronic style? And the son who breaks into his father's house and murders him without murdering him is not even a romance—this is a sphinx setting us a riddle which he cannot solve himself. If he murdered him, he murdered him, and what's the meaning of his murdering him without having murdered him—who can make head or tail of this?


"Then we are admonished that our tribune is a tribune of true and sound ideas and from this tribune of 'sound ideas' is heard a solemn declaration that to call the murder of a father 'parricide' is nothing but a prejudice! But if parricide is a prejudice, and if every child is to ask his father why he is to love him, what will become of us? What will become of the foundations of society? What will become of the family? Parricide, it appears, is only a bogy of Moscow merchants' wives. The most precious, the most sacred guarantees for the destiny and future of Russian justice are presented to us in a perverted and frivolous form, simply to attain an object—to obtain the justification of something which cannot be justified. 'Oh, crush him by mercy,' cries the counsel for the defense; but that's all the criminal wants, and to‐morrow it will be seen how much he is crushed. And is not the counsel for the defense too modest in asking only for the acquittal of the prisoner? Why not found a charity in the honor of the parricide to commemorate his exploit among future generations? Religion and the Gospel are corrected—that's all mysticism, we are told, and ours is the only true Christianity which has been subjected to the analysis of reason and common sense. And so they set up before us a false semblance of Christ! 'What measure ye mete so it shall be meted unto you again,' cried the counsel for the defense, and instantly deduces that Christ teaches us to measure as it is measured to us—and this from the tribune of truth and sound sense! We peep into the Gospel only on the eve of making speeches, in order to dazzle the audience by our acquaintance with what is, anyway, a rather original composition, which may be of use to produce a certain effect—all to serve the purpose! But what Christ commands us is something very different: He bids us beware of doing this, because the wicked world does this, but we ought to forgive and to turn the other cheek, and not to measure to our persecutors as they measure to us. This is what our God has taught us and not that to forbid children to murder their fathers is a prejudice. And we will not from the tribune of truth and good sense correct the Gospel of our Lord, Whom the counsel for the defense deigns to call only 'the crucified lover of humanity,' in opposition to all orthodox Russia, which calls to Him, 'For Thou art our God!' "


At this the President intervened and checked the over‐zealous speaker, begging him not to exaggerate, not to overstep the bounds, and so on, as presidents always do in such cases. The audience, too, was uneasy. The public was restless: there were even exclamations of indignation. Fetyukovitch did not so much as reply; he only mounted the tribune to lay his hand on his heart and, with an offended voice, utter a few words full of dignity. He only touched again, lightly and ironically, on "romancing" and "psychology," and in an appropriate place quoted, "Jupiter, you are angry, therefore you are wrong," which provoked a burst of approving laughter in the audience, for Ippolit Kirillovitch was by no means like Jupiter. Then, à propos of the accusation that he was teaching the young generation to murder their fathers, Fetyukovitch observed, with great dignity, that he would not even answer. As for the prosecutor's charge of uttering unorthodox opinions, Fetyukovitch hinted that it was a personal insinuation and that he had expected in this court to be secure from accusations "damaging to my reputation as a citizen and a loyal subject." But at these words the President pulled him up, too, and Fetyukovitch concluded his speech with a bow, amid a hum of approbation in the court. And Ippolit Kirillovitch was, in the opinion of our ladies, "crushed for good."


Then the prisoner was allowed to speak. Mitya stood up, but said very little. He was fearfully exhausted, physically and mentally. The look of strength and independence with which he had entered in the morning had almost disappeared. He seemed as though he had passed through an experience that day, which had taught him for the rest of his life something very important he had not understood till then. His voice was weak, he did not shout as before. In his words there was a new note of humility, defeat and submission.


"What am I to say, gentlemen of the jury? The hour of judgment has come for me, I feel the hand of God upon me! The end has come to an erring man! But, before God, I repeat to you, I am innocent of my father's blood! For the last time I repeat, it wasn't I killed him! I was erring, but I loved what is good. Every instant I strove to reform, but I lived like a wild beast. I thank the prosecutor, he told me many things about myself that I did not know; but it's not true that I killed my father, the prosecutor is mistaken. I thank my counsel, too. I cried listening to him; but it's not true that I killed my father, and he needn't have supposed it. And don't believe the doctors. I am perfectly sane, only my heart is heavy. If you spare me, if you let me go, I will pray for you. I will be a better man. I give you my word before God I will! And if you will condemn me, I'll break my sword over my head myself and kiss the pieces. But spare me, do not rob me of my God! I know myself, I shall rebel! My heart is heavy, gentlemen ... spare me!"


He almost fell back in his place: his voice broke: he could hardly articulate the last phrase. Then the judges proceeded to put the questions and began to ask both sides to formulate their conclusions.


But I will not describe the details. At last the jury rose to retire for consultation. The President was very tired, and so his last charge to the jury was rather feeble. "Be impartial, don't be influenced by the eloquence of the defense, but yet weigh the arguments. Remember that there is a great responsibility laid upon you," and so on and so on.


The jury withdrew and the court adjourned. People could get up, move about, exchange their accumulated impressions, refresh themselves at the buffet. It was very late, almost one o'clock in the night, but nobody went away: the strain was so great that no one could think of repose. All waited with sinking hearts; though that is, perhaps, too much to say, for the ladies were only in a state of hysterical impatience and their hearts were untroubled. An acquittal, they thought, was inevitable. They all prepared themselves for a dramatic moment of general enthusiasm. I must own there were many among the men, too, who were convinced that an acquittal was inevitable. Some were pleased, others frowned, while some were simply dejected, not wanting him to be acquitted. Fetyukovitch himself was confident of his success. He was surrounded by people congratulating him and fawning upon him.


"There are," he said to one group, as I was told afterwards, "there are invisible threads binding the counsel for the defense with the jury. One feels during one's speech if they are being formed. I was aware of them. They exist. Our cause is won. Set your mind at rest."


"What will our peasants say now?" said one stout, cross‐looking, pock‐ marked gentleman, a landowner of the neighborhood, approaching a group of gentlemen engaged in conversation.


"But they are not all peasants. There are four government clerks among them."


"Yes, there are clerks," said a member of the district council, joining the group.


"And do you know that Nazaryev, the merchant with the medal, a juryman?"


"What of him?"


"He is a man with brains."


"But he never speaks."


"He is no great talker, but so much the better. There's no need for the Petersburg man to teach him: he could teach all Petersburg himself. He's the father of twelve children. Think of that!"


"Upon my word, you don't suppose they won't acquit him?" one of our young officials exclaimed in another group.


"They'll acquit him for certain," said a resolute voice.


"It would be shameful, disgraceful, not to acquit him!" cried the official. "Suppose he did murder him—there are fathers and fathers! And, besides, he was in such a frenzy.... He really may have done nothing but swing the pestle in the air, and so knocked the old man down. But it was a pity they dragged the valet in. That was simply an absurd theory! If I'd been in Fetyukovitch's place, I should simply have said straight out: 'He murdered him; but he is not guilty, hang it all!' "


"That's what he did, only without saying, 'Hang it all!' "


"No, Mihail Semyonovitch, he almost said that, too," put in a third voice.


"Why, gentlemen, in Lent an actress was acquitted in our town who had cut the throat of her lover's lawful wife."


"Oh, but she did not finish cutting it."


"That makes no difference. She began cutting it."


"What did you think of what he said about children? Splendid, wasn't it?"


"And about mysticism, too!"


"Oh, drop mysticism, do!" cried some one else; "think of Ippolit and his fate from this day forth. His wife will scratch his eyes out to‐morrow for Mitya's sake."


"Is she here?"


"What an idea! If she'd been here she'd have scratched them out in court. She is at home with toothache. He he he!"


"I dare say they will acquit Mitenka, after all."


"I should not be surprised if he turns the 'Metropolis' upside down to‐ morrow. He will be drinking for ten days!"


"Oh, the devil!"


"The devil's bound to have a hand in it. Where should he be if not here?"


"Well, gentlemen, I admit it was eloquent. But still it's not the thing to break your father's head with a pestle! Or what are we coming to?"


"The chariot! Do you remember the chariot?"


"Yes; he turned a cart into a chariot!"


"And to‐morrow he will turn a chariot into a cart, just to suit his purpose."


"What cunning chaps there are nowadays! Is there any justice to be had in Russia?"


But the bell rang. The jury deliberated for exactly an hour, neither more nor less. A profound silence reigned in the court as soon as the public had taken their seats. I remember how the jurymen walked into the court. At last! I won't repeat the questions in order, and, indeed, I have forgotten them. I remember only the answer to the President's first and chief question: "Did the prisoner commit the murder for the sake of robbery and with premeditation?" (I don't remember the exact words.) There was a complete hush. The foreman of the jury, the youngest of the clerks, pronounced, in a clear, loud voice, amidst the deathlike stillness of the court:


"Yes, guilty!"


And the same answer was repeated to every question: "Yes, guilty!" and without the slightest extenuating comment. This no one had expected; almost every one had reckoned upon a recommendation to mercy, at least. The deathlike silence in the court was not broken—all seemed petrified: those who desired his conviction as well as those who had been eager for his acquittal. But that was only for the first instant, and it was followed by a fearful hubbub. Many of the men in the audience were pleased. Some were rubbing their hands with no attempt to conceal their joy. Those who disagreed with the verdict seemed crushed, shrugged their shoulders, whispered, but still seemed unable to realize this. But how shall I describe the state the ladies were in? I thought they would create a riot. At first they could scarcely believe their ears. Then suddenly the whole court rang with exclamations: "What's the meaning of it? What next?" They leapt up from their places. They seemed to fancy that it might be at once reconsidered and reversed. At that instant Mitya suddenly stood up and cried in a heartrending voice, stretching his hands out before him:


"I swear by God and the dreadful Day of Judgment I am not guilty of my father's blood! Katya, I forgive you! Brothers, friends, have pity on the other woman!"


He could not go on, and broke into a terrible sobbing wail that was heard all over the court in a strange, unnatural voice unlike his own. From the farthest corner at the back of the gallery came a piercing shriek—it was Grushenka. She had succeeded in begging admittance to the court again before the beginning of the lawyers' speeches. Mitya was taken away. The passing of the sentence was deferred till next day. The whole court was in a hubbub but I did not wait to hear. I only remember a few exclamations I heard on the steps as I went out.


"He'll have a twenty years' trip to the mines!"


"Well, our peasants have stood firm."


"And have done for our Mitya."


Chapter I. Plans For Mitya's Escape


Very early, at nine o'clock in the morning, five days after the trial, Alyosha went to Katerina Ivanovna's to talk over a matter of great importance to both of them, and to give her a message. She sat and talked to him in the very room in which she had once received Grushenka. In the next room Ivan Fyodorovitch lay unconscious in a high fever. Katerina Ivanovna had immediately after the scene at the trial ordered the sick and unconscious man to be carried to her house, disregarding the inevitable gossip and general disapproval of the public. One of the two relations who lived with her had departed to Moscow immediately after the scene in court, the other remained. But if both had gone away, Katerina Ivanovna would have adhered to her resolution, and would have gone on nursing the sick man and sitting by him day and night. Varvinsky and Herzenstube were attending him. The famous doctor had gone back to Moscow, refusing to give an opinion as to the probable end of the illness. Though the doctors encouraged Katerina Ivanovna and Alyosha, it was evident that they could not yet give them positive hopes of recovery.


Alyosha came to see his sick brother twice a day. But this time he had specially urgent business, and he foresaw how difficult it would be to approach the subject, yet he was in great haste. He had another engagement that could not be put off for that same morning, and there was need of haste.


They had been talking for a quarter of an hour. Katerina Ivanovna was pale and terribly fatigued, yet at the same time in a state of hysterical excitement. She had a presentiment of the reason why Alyosha had come to her.


"Don't worry about his decision," she said, with confident emphasis to Alyosha. "One way or another he is bound to come to it. He must escape. That unhappy man, that hero of honor and principle—not he, not Dmitri Fyodorovitch, but the man lying the other side of that door, who has sacrificed himself for his brother," Katya added, with flashing eyes—"told me the whole plan of escape long ago. You know he has already entered into negotiations.... I've told you something already.... You see, it will probably come off at the third étape from here, when the party of prisoners is being taken to Siberia. Oh, it's a long way off yet. Ivan Fyodorovitch has already visited the superintendent of the third étape. But we don't know yet who will be in charge of the party, and it's impossible to find that out so long beforehand. To‐morrow perhaps I will show you in detail the whole plan which Ivan Fyodorovitch left me on the eve of the trial in case of need.... That was when—do you remember?—you found us quarreling. He had just gone down‐stairs, but seeing you I made him come back; do you remember? Do you know what we were quarreling about then?"


"Of course he did not tell you. It was about that plan of escape. He had told me the main idea three days before, and we began quarreling about it at once and quarreled for three days. We quarreled because, when he told me that if Dmitri Fyodorovitch were convicted he would escape abroad with that creature, I felt furious at once—I can't tell you why, I don't know myself why.... Oh, of course, I was furious then about that creature, and that she, too, should go abroad with Dmitri!" Katerina Ivanovna exclaimed suddenly, her lips quivering with anger. "As soon as Ivan Fyodorovitch saw that I was furious about that woman, he instantly imagined I was jealous of Dmitri and that I still loved Dmitri. That is how our first quarrel began. I would not give an explanation, I could not ask forgiveness. I could not bear to think that such a man could suspect me of still loving that ... and when I myself had told him long before that I did not love Dmitri, that I loved no one but him! It was only resentment against that creature that made me angry with him. Three days later, on the evening you came, he brought me a sealed envelope, which I was to open at once, if anything happened to him. Oh, he foresaw his illness! He told me that the envelope contained the details of the escape, and that if he died or was taken dangerously ill, I was to save Mitya alone. Then he left me money, nearly ten thousand—those notes to which the prosecutor referred in his speech, having learnt from some one that he had sent them to be changed. I was tremendously impressed to find that Ivan Fyodorovitch had not given up his idea of saving his brother, and was confiding this plan of escape to me, though he was still jealous of me and still convinced that I loved Mitya. Oh, that was a sacrifice! No, you cannot understand the greatness of such self‐sacrifice, Alexey Fyodorovitch. I wanted to fall at his feet in reverence, but I thought at once that he would take it only for my joy at the thought of Mitya's being saved (and he certainly would have imagined that!), and I was so exasperated at the mere possibility of such an unjust thought on his part that I lost my temper again, and instead of kissing his feet, flew into a fury again! Oh, I am unhappy! It's my character, my awful, unhappy character! Oh, you will see, I shall end by driving him, too, to abandon me for another with whom he can get on better, like Dmitri. But ... no, I could not bear it, I should kill myself. And when you came in then, and when I called to you and told him to come back, I was so enraged by the look of contempt and hatred he turned on me that—do you remember?—I cried out to you that it was he, he alone who had persuaded me that his brother Dmitri was a murderer! I said that malicious thing on purpose to wound him again. He had never, never persuaded me that his brother was a murderer. On the contrary, it was I who persuaded him! Oh, my vile temper was the cause of everything! I paved the way to that hideous scene at the trial. He wanted to show me that he was an honorable man, and that, even if I loved his brother, he would not ruin him for revenge or jealousy. So he came to the court ... I am the cause of it all, I alone am to blame!"


Katya never had made such confessions to Alyosha before, and he felt that she was now at that stage of unbearable suffering when even the proudest heart painfully crushes its pride and falls vanquished by grief. Oh, Alyosha knew another terrible reason of her present misery, though she had carefully concealed it from him during those days since the trial; but it would have been for some reason too painful to him if she had been brought so low as to speak to him now about that. She was suffering for her "treachery" at the trial, and Alyosha felt that her conscience was impelling her to confess it to him, to him, Alyosha, with tears and cries and hysterical writhings on the floor. But he dreaded that moment and longed to spare her. It made the commission on which he had come even more difficult. He spoke of Mitya again.


"It's all right, it's all right, don't be anxious about him!" she began again, sharply and stubbornly. "All that is only momentary, I know him, I know his heart only too well. You may be sure he will consent to escape. It's not as though it would be immediately; he will have time to make up his mind to it. Ivan Fyodorovitch will be well by that time and will manage it all himself, so that I shall have nothing to do with it. Don't be anxious; he will consent to run away. He has agreed already: do you suppose he would give up that creature? And they won't let her go to him, so he is bound to escape. It's you he's most afraid of, he is afraid you won't approve of his escape on moral grounds. But you must generously allow it, if your sanction is so necessary," Katya added viciously. She paused and smiled.


"He talks about some hymn," she went on again, "some cross he has to bear, some duty; I remember Ivan Fyodorovitch told me a great deal about it, and if you knew how he talked!" Katya cried suddenly, with feeling she could not repress, "if you knew how he loved that wretched man at the moment he told me, and how he hated him, perhaps, at the same moment. And I heard his story and his tears with sneering disdain. Brute! Yes, I am a brute. I am responsible for his fever. But that man in prison is incapable of suffering," Katya concluded irritably. "Can such a man suffer? Men like him never suffer!"


There was a note of hatred and contemptuous repulsion in her words. And yet it was she who had betrayed him. "Perhaps because she feels how she's wronged him she hates him at moments," Alyosha thought to himself. He hoped that it was only "at moments." In Katya's last words he detected a challenging note, but he did not take it up.


"I sent for you this morning to make you promise to persuade him yourself. Or do you, too, consider that to escape would be dishonorable, cowardly, or something ... unchristian, perhaps?" Katya added, even more defiantly.


"Oh, no. I'll tell him everything," muttered Alyosha. "He asks you to come and see him to‐day," he blurted out suddenly, looking her steadily in the face. She started, and drew back a little from him on the sofa.


"Me? Can that be?" she faltered, turning pale.


"It can and ought to be!" Alyosha began emphatically, growing more animated. "He needs you particularly just now. I would not have opened the subject and worried you, if it were not necessary. He is ill, he is beside himself, he keeps asking for you. It is not to be reconciled with you that he wants you, but only that you would go and show yourself at his door. So much has happened to him since that day. He realizes that he has injured you beyond all reckoning. He does not ask your forgiveness—'It's impossible to forgive me,' he says himself—but only that you would show yourself in his doorway."


"It's so sudden...." faltered Katya. "I've had a presentiment all these days that you would come with that message. I knew he would ask me to come. It's impossible!"


"Let it be impossible, but do it. Only think, he realizes for the first time how he has wounded you, the first time in his life; he had never grasped it before so fully. He said, 'If she refuses to come I shall be unhappy all my life.' Do you hear? though he is condemned to penal servitude for twenty years, he is still planning to be happy—is not that piteous? Think—you must visit him; though he is ruined, he is innocent," broke like a challenge from Alyosha. "His hands are clean, there is no blood on them! For the sake of his infinite sufferings in the future visit him now. Go, greet him on his way into the darkness—stand at his door, that is all.... You ought to do it, you ought to!" Alyosha concluded, laying immense stress on the word "ought."


"I ought to ... but I cannot...." Katya moaned. "He will look at me.... I can't."


"Your eyes ought to meet. How will you live all your life, if you don't make up your mind to do it now?"


"You ought to go, you ought to go," Alyosha repeated with merciless emphasis.


"But why to‐day, why at once?... I can't leave our patient—"


"You can for a moment. It will only be a moment. If you don't come, he will be in delirium by to‐night. I would not tell you a lie; have pity on him!"


"Have pity on me!" Katya said, with bitter reproach, and she burst into tears.


"Then you will come," said Alyosha firmly, seeing her tears. "I'll go and tell him you will come directly."


"No, don't tell him so on any account," cried Katya in alarm. "I will come, but don't tell him beforehand, for perhaps I may go, but not go in.... I don't know yet—"


Her voice failed her. She gasped for breath. Alyosha got up to go.


"And what if I meet any one?" she said suddenly, in a low voice, turning white again.


"That's just why you must go now, to avoid meeting any one. There will be no one there, I can tell you that for certain. We will expect you," he concluded emphatically, and went out of the room.


Chapter II. For A Moment The Lie Becomes Truth


He hurried to the hospital where Mitya was lying now. The day after his fate was determined, Mitya had fallen ill with nervous fever, and was sent to the prison division of the town hospital. But at the request of several persons (Alyosha, Madame Hohlakov, Lise, etc.), Doctor Varvinsky had put Mitya not with other prisoners, but in a separate little room, the one where Smerdyakov had been. It is true that there was a sentinel at the other end of the corridor, and there was a grating over the window, so that Varvinsky could be at ease about the indulgence he had shown, which was not quite legal, indeed; but he was a kind‐hearted and compassionate young man. He knew how hard it would be for a man like Mitya to pass at once so suddenly into the society of robbers and murderers, and that he must get used to it by degrees. The visits of relations and friends were informally sanctioned by the doctor and overseer, and even by the police captain. But only Alyosha and Grushenka had visited Mitya. Rakitin had tried to force his way in twice, but Mitya persistently begged Varvinsky not to admit him.


Alyosha found him sitting on his bed in a hospital dressing‐gown, rather feverish, with a towel, soaked in vinegar and water, on his head. He looked at Alyosha as he came in with an undefined expression, but there was a shade of something like dread discernible in it. He had become terribly preoccupied since the trial; sometimes he would be silent for half an hour together, and seemed to be pondering something heavily and painfully, oblivious of everything about him. If he roused himself from his brooding and began to talk, he always spoke with a kind of abruptness and never of what he really wanted to say. He looked sometimes with a face of suffering at his brother. He seemed to be more at ease with Grushenka than with Alyosha. It is true, he scarcely spoke to her at all, but as soon as she came in, his whole face lighted up with joy.


Alyosha sat down beside him on the bed in silence. This time Mitya was waiting for Alyosha in suspense, but he did not dare ask him a question. He felt it almost unthinkable that Katya would consent to come, and at the same time he felt that if she did not come, something inconceivable would happen. Alyosha understood his feelings.


"Trifon Borissovitch," Mitya began nervously, "has pulled his whole inn to pieces, I am told. He's taken up the flooring, pulled apart the planks, split up all the gallery, I am told. He is seeking treasure all the time—the fifteen hundred roubles which the prosecutor said I'd hidden there. He began playing these tricks, they say, as soon as he got home. Serve him right, the swindler! The guard here told me yesterday; he comes from there."


"Listen," began Alyosha. "She will come, but I don't know when. Perhaps to‐day, perhaps in a few days, that I can't tell. But she will come, she will, that's certain."


Mitya started, would have said something, but was silent. The news had a tremendous effect on him. It was evident that he would have liked terribly to know what had been said, but he was again afraid to ask. Something cruel and contemptuous from Katya would have cut him like a knife at that moment.


"This was what she said among other things; that I must be sure to set your conscience at rest about escaping. If Ivan is not well by then she will see to it all herself."


"You've spoken of that already," Mitya observed musingly.


"And you have repeated it to Grusha," observed Alyosha.


"Yes," Mitya admitted. "She won't come this morning." He looked timidly at his brother. "She won't come till the evening. When I told her yesterday that Katya was taking measures, she was silent, but she set her mouth. She only whispered, 'Let her!' She understood that it was important. I did not dare to try her further. She understands now, I think, that Katya no longer cares for me, but loves Ivan."


"Does she?" broke from Alyosha.


"Perhaps she does not. Only she is not coming this morning," Mitya hastened to explain again; "I asked her to do something for me. You know, Ivan is superior to all of us. He ought to live, not us. He will recover."


"Would you believe it, though Katya is alarmed about him, she scarcely doubts of his recovery," said Alyosha.


"That means that she is convinced he will die. It's because she is frightened she's so sure he will get well."


"Ivan has a strong constitution, and I, too, believe there's every hope that he will get well," Alyosha observed anxiously.


"Yes, he will get well. But she is convinced that he will die. She has a great deal of sorrow to bear..." A silence followed. A grave anxiety was fretting Mitya.


"Alyosha, I love Grusha terribly," he said suddenly in a shaking voice, full of tears.


"They won't let her go out there to you," Alyosha put in at once.


"And there is something else I wanted to tell you," Mitya went on, with a sudden ring in his voice. "If they beat me on the way or out there, I won't submit to it. I shall kill some one, and shall be shot for it. And this will be going on for twenty years! They speak to me rudely as it is. I've been lying here all night, passing judgment on myself. I am not ready! I am not able to resign myself. I wanted to sing a 'hymn'; but if a guard speaks rudely to me, I have not the strength to bear it. For Grusha I would bear anything ... anything except blows.... But she won't be allowed to come there."


Alyosha smiled gently.


"Listen, brother, once for all," he said. "This is what I think about it. And you know that I would not tell you a lie. Listen: you are not ready, and such a cross is not for you. What's more, you don't need such a martyr's cross when you are not ready for it. If you had murdered our father, it would grieve me that you should reject your punishment. But you are innocent, and such a cross is too much for you. You wanted to make yourself another man by suffering. I say, only remember that other man always, all your life and wherever you go; and that will be enough for you. Your refusal of that great cross will only serve to make you feel all your life an even greater duty, and that constant feeling will do more to make you a new man, perhaps, than if you went there. For there you would not endure it and would repine, and perhaps at last would say: 'I am quits.' The lawyer was right about that. Such heavy burdens are not for all men. For some they are impossible. These are my thoughts about it, if you want them so much. If other men would have to answer for your escape, officers or soldiers, then I would not have 'allowed' you," smiled Alyosha. "But they declare—the superintendent of that étape told Ivan himself—that if it's well managed there will be no great inquiry, and that they can get off easily. Of course, bribing is dishonest even in such a case, but I can't undertake to judge about it, because if Ivan and Katya commissioned me to act for you, I know I should go and give bribes. I must tell you the truth. And so I can't judge of your own action. But let me assure you that I shall never condemn you. And it would be a strange thing if I could judge you in this. Now I think I've gone into everything."


"But I do condemn myself!" cried Mitya. "I shall escape, that was settled apart from you; could Mitya Karamazov do anything but run away? But I shall condemn myself, and I will pray for my sin for ever. That's how the Jesuits talk, isn't it? Just as we are doing?"


"Yes." Alyosha smiled gently.


"I love you for always telling the whole truth and never hiding anything," cried Mitya, with a joyful laugh. "So I've caught my Alyosha being Jesuitical. I must kiss you for that. Now listen to the rest; I'll open the other side of my heart to you. This is what I planned and decided. If I run away, even with money and a passport, and even to America, I should be cheered up by the thought that I am not running away for pleasure, not for happiness, but to another exile as bad, perhaps, as Siberia. It is as bad, Alyosha, it is! I hate that America, damn it, already. Even though Grusha will be with me. Just look at her; is she an American? She is Russian, Russian to the marrow of her bones; she will be homesick for the mother country, and I shall see every hour that she is suffering for my sake, that she has taken up that cross for me. And what harm has she done? And how shall I, too, put up with the rabble out there, though they may be better than I, every one of them? I hate that America already! And though they may be wonderful at machinery, every one of them, damn them, they are not of my soul. I love Russia, Alyosha, I love the Russian God, though I am a scoundrel myself. I shall choke there!" he exclaimed, his eyes suddenly flashing. His voice was trembling with tears. "So this is what I've decided, Alyosha, listen," he began again, mastering his emotion. "As soon as I arrive there with Grusha, we will set to work at once on the land, in solitude, somewhere very remote, with wild bears. There must be some remote parts even there. I am told there are still Redskins there, somewhere, on the edge of the horizon. So to the country of the Last of the Mohicans, and there we'll tackle the grammar at once, Grusha and I. Work and grammar—that's how we'll spend three years. And by that time we shall speak English like any Englishman. And as soon as we've learnt it—good‐by to America! We'll run here to Russia as American citizens. Don't be uneasy—we would not come to this little town. We'd hide somewhere, a long way off, in the north or in the south. I shall be changed by that time, and she will, too, in America. The doctors shall make me some sort of wart on my face—what's the use of their being so mechanical!—or else I'll put out one eye, let my beard grow a yard, and I shall turn gray, fretting for Russia. I dare say they won't recognize us. And if they do, let them send us to Siberia. I don't care. It will show it's our fate. We'll work on the land here, too, somewhere in the wilds, and I'll make up as an American all my life. But we shall die on our own soil. That's my plan, and it shan't be altered. Do you approve?"


"Yes," said Alyosha, not wanting to contradict him. Mitya paused for a minute and said suddenly:


"And how they worked it up at the trial! Didn't they work it up!"


"If they had not, you would have been convicted just the same," said Alyosha, with a sigh.


"Yes, people are sick of me here! God bless them, but it's hard," Mitya moaned miserably. Again there was silence for a minute.


"Alyosha, put me out of my misery at once!" he exclaimed suddenly. "Tell me, is she coming now, or not? Tell me? What did she say? How did she say it?"


"She said she would come, but I don't know whether she will come to‐day. It's hard for her, you know," Alyosha looked timidly at his brother.


"I should think it is hard for her! Alyosha, it will drive me out of my mind. Grusha keeps looking at me. She understands. My God, calm my heart: what is it I want? I want Katya! Do I understand what I want? It's the headstrong, evil Karamazov spirit! No, I am not fit for suffering. I am a scoundrel, that's all one can say."


"Here she is!" cried Alyosha.


At that instant Katya appeared in the doorway. For a moment she stood still, gazing at Mitya with a dazed expression. He leapt impulsively to his feet, and a scared look came into his face. He turned pale, but a timid, pleading smile appeared on his lips at once, and with an irresistible impulse he held out both hands to Katya. Seeing it, she flew impetuously to him. She seized him by the hands, and almost by force made him sit down on the bed. She sat down beside him, and still keeping his hands pressed them violently. Several times they both strove to speak, but stopped short and again gazed speechless with a strange smile, their eyes fastened on one another. So passed two minutes.


"Have you forgiven me?" Mitya faltered at last, and at the same moment turning to Alyosha, his face working with joy, he cried, "Do you hear what I am asking, do you hear?"


"That's what I loved you for, that you are generous at heart!" broke from Katya. "My forgiveness is no good to you, nor yours to me; whether you forgive me or not, you will always be a sore place in my heart, and I in yours—so it must be...." She stopped to take breath. "What have I come for?" she began again with nervous haste: "to embrace your feet, to press your hands like this, till it hurts—you remember how in Moscow I used to squeeze them—to tell you again that you are my god, my joy, to tell you that I love you madly," she moaned in anguish, and suddenly pressed his hand greedily to her lips. Tears streamed from her eyes. Alyosha stood speechless and confounded; he had never expected what he was seeing.


"Love is over, Mitya!" Katya began again, "but the past is painfully dear to me. Know that you will always be so. But now let what might have been come true for one minute," she faltered, with a drawn smile, looking into his face joyfully again. "You love another woman, and I love another man, and yet I shall love you for ever, and you will love me; do you know that? Do you hear? Love me, love me all your life!" she cried, with a quiver almost of menace in her voice.


"I shall love you, and ... do you know, Katya," Mitya began, drawing a deep breath at each word, "do you know, five days ago, that same evening, I loved you.... When you fell down and were carried out ... All my life! So it will be, so it will always be—"


So they murmured to one another frantic words, almost meaningless, perhaps not even true, but at that moment it was all true, and they both believed what they said implicitly.


"Katya," cried Mitya suddenly, "do you believe I murdered him? I know you don't believe it now, but then ... when you gave evidence.... Surely, surely you did not believe it!"


"I did not believe it even then. I've never believed it. I hated you, and for a moment I persuaded myself. While I was giving evidence I persuaded myself and believed it, but when I'd finished speaking I left off believing it at once. Don't doubt that! I have forgotten that I came here to punish myself," she said, with a new expression in her voice, quite unlike the loving tones of a moment before.


"Woman, yours is a heavy burden," broke, as it were, involuntarily from Mitya.


"Let me go," she whispered. "I'll come again. It's more than I can bear now."


She was getting up from her place, but suddenly uttered a loud scream and staggered back. Grushenka walked suddenly and noiselessly into the room. No one had expected her. Katya moved swiftly to the door, but when she reached Grushenka, she stopped suddenly, turned as white as chalk and moaned softly, almost in a whisper:


Grushenka stared at her and, pausing for an instant, in a vindictive, venomous voice, answered:


"We are full of hatred, my girl, you and I! We are both full of hatred! As though we could forgive one another! Save him, and I'll worship you all my life."


"You won't forgive her!" cried Mitya, with frantic reproach.


"Don't be anxious, I'll save him for you!" Katya whispered rapidly, and she ran out of the room.


"And you could refuse to forgive her when she begged your forgiveness herself?" Mitya exclaimed bitterly again.


"Mitya, don't dare to blame her; you have no right to!" Alyosha cried hotly.


"Her proud lips spoke, not her heart," Grushenka brought out in a tone of disgust. "If she saves you I'll forgive her everything—"


She stopped speaking, as though suppressing something. She could not yet recover herself. She had come in, as appeared afterwards, accidentally, with no suspicion of what she would meet.


"Alyosha, run after her!" Mitya cried to his brother; "tell her ... I don't know ... don't let her go away like this!"


"I'll come to you again at nightfall," said Alyosha, and he ran after Katya. He overtook her outside the hospital grounds. She was walking fast, but as soon as Alyosha caught her up she said quickly:


"No, before that woman I can't punish myself! I asked her forgiveness because I wanted to punish myself to the bitter end. She would not forgive me.... I like her for that!" she added, in an unnatural voice, and her eyes flashed with fierce resentment.


"My brother did not expect this in the least," muttered Alyosha. "He was sure she would not come—"


"No doubt. Let us leave that," she snapped. "Listen: I can't go with you to the funeral now. I've sent them flowers. I think they still have money. If necessary, tell them I'll never abandon them.... Now leave me, leave me, please. You are late as it is—the bells are ringing for the service.... Leave me, please!"


Chapter III. Ilusha's Funeral. The Speech At The Stone


He really was late. They had waited for him and had already decided to bear the pretty flower‐decked little coffin to the church without him. It was the coffin of poor little Ilusha. He had died two days after Mitya was sentenced. At the gate of the house Alyosha was met by the shouts of the boys, Ilusha's schoolfellows. They had all been impatiently expecting him and were glad that he had come at last. There were about twelve of them, they all had their school‐bags or satchels on their shoulders. "Father will cry, be with father," Ilusha had told them as he lay dying, and the boys remembered it. Kolya Krassotkin was the foremost of them.


"How glad I am you've come, Karamazov!" he cried, holding out his hand to Alyosha. "It's awful here. It's really horrible to see it. Snegiryov is not drunk, we know for a fact he's had nothing to drink to‐day, but he seems as if he were drunk ... I am always manly, but this is awful. Karamazov, if I am not keeping you, one question before you go in?"


"Is your brother innocent or guilty? Was it he killed your father or was it the valet? As you say, so it will be. I haven't slept for the last four nights for thinking of it."


"The valet killed him, my brother is innocent," answered Alyosha.


"That's what I said," cried Smurov.


"So he will perish an innocent victim!" exclaimed Kolya; "though he is ruined he is happy! I could envy him!"


"What do you mean? How can you? Why?" cried Alyosha surprised.


"Oh, if I, too, could sacrifice myself some day for truth!" said Kolya with enthusiasm.


"But not in such a cause, not with such disgrace and such horror!" said Alyosha.


"Of course ... I should like to die for all humanity, and as for disgrace, I don't care about that—our names may perish. I respect your brother!"


"And so do I!" the boy, who had once declared that he knew who had founded Troy, cried suddenly and unexpectedly, and he blushed up to his ears like a peony as he had done on that occasion.


Alyosha went into the room. Ilusha lay with his hands folded and his eyes closed in a blue coffin with a white frill round it. His thin face was hardly changed at all, and strange to say there was no smell of decay from the corpse. The expression of his face was serious and, as it were, thoughtful. His hands, crossed over his breast, looked particularly beautiful, as though chiseled in marble. There were flowers in his hands and the coffin, inside and out, was decked with flowers, which had been sent early in the morning by Lise Hohlakov. But there were flowers too from Katerina Ivanovna, and when Alyosha opened the door, the captain had a bunch in his trembling hands and was strewing them again over his dear boy. He scarcely glanced at Alyosha when he came in, and he would not look at any one, even at his crazy weeping wife, "mamma," who kept trying to stand on her crippled legs to get a nearer look at her dead boy. Nina had been pushed in her chair by the boys close up to the coffin. She sat with her head pressed to it and she too was no doubt quietly weeping. Snegiryov's face looked eager, yet bewildered and exasperated. There was something crazy about his gestures and the words that broke from him. "Old man, dear old man!" he exclaimed every minute, gazing at Ilusha. It was his habit to call Ilusha "old man," as a term of affection when he was alive.


"Father, give me a flower, too; take that white one out of his hand and give it me," the crazy mother begged, whimpering. Either because the little white rose in Ilusha's hand had caught her fancy or that she wanted one from his hand to keep in memory of him, she moved restlessly, stretching out her hands for the flower.


"I won't give it to any one, I won't give you anything," Snegiryov cried callously. "They are his flowers, not yours! Everything is his, nothing is yours!"


"Father, give mother a flower!" said Nina, lifting her face wet with tears.


"I won't give away anything and to her less than any one! She didn't love Ilusha. She took away his little cannon and he gave it to her," the captain broke into loud sobs at the thought of how Ilusha had given up his cannon to his mother. The poor, crazy creature was bathed in noiseless tears, hiding her face in her hands.


The boys, seeing that the father would not leave the coffin and that it was time to carry it out, stood round it in a close circle and began to lift it up.


"I don't want him to be buried in the churchyard," Snegiryov wailed suddenly; "I'll bury him by the stone, by our stone! Ilusha told me to. I won't let him be carried out!"


He had been saying for the last three days that he would bury him by the stone, but Alyosha, Krassotkin, the landlady, her sister and all the boys interfered.


"What an idea, bury him by an unholy stone, as though he had hanged himself!" the old landlady said sternly. "There in the churchyard the ground has been crossed. He'll be prayed for there. One can hear the singing in church and the deacon reads so plainly and verbally that it will reach him every time just as though it were read over his grave."


At last the captain made a gesture of despair as though to say, "Take him where you will." The boys raised the coffin, but as they passed the mother, they stopped for a moment and lowered it that she might say good‐ by to Ilusha. But on seeing that precious little face, which for the last three days she had only looked at from a distance, she trembled all over and her gray head began twitching spasmodically over the coffin.


"Mother, make the sign of the cross over him, give him your blessing, kiss him," Nina cried to her. But her head still twitched like an automaton and with a face contorted with bitter grief she began, without a word, beating her breast with her fist. They carried the coffin past her. Nina pressed her lips to her brother's for the last time as they bore the coffin by her. As Alyosha went out of the house he begged the landlady to look after those who were left behind, but she interrupted him before he had finished.


"To be sure, I'll stay with them, we are Christians, too." The old woman wept as she said it.


They had not far to carry the coffin to the church, not more than three hundred paces. It was a still, clear day, with a slight frost. The church bells were still ringing. Snegiryov ran fussing and distracted after the coffin, in his short old summer overcoat, with his head bare and his soft, old, wide‐brimmed hat in his hand. He seemed in a state of bewildered anxiety. At one minute he stretched out his hand to support the head of the coffin and only hindered the bearers, at another he ran alongside and tried to find a place for himself there. A flower fell on the snow and he rushed to pick it up as though everything in the world depended on the loss of that flower.


"And the crust of bread, we've forgotten the crust!" he cried suddenly in dismay. But the boys reminded him at once that he had taken the crust of bread already and that it was in his pocket. He instantly pulled it out and was reassured.


"Ilusha told me to, Ilusha," he explained at once to Alyosha. "I was sitting by him one night and he suddenly told me: 'Father, when my grave is filled up crumble a piece of bread on it so that the sparrows may fly down, I shall hear and it will cheer me up not to be lying alone.' "


"That's a good thing," said Alyosha, "we must often take some."


"Every day, every day!" said the captain quickly, seeming cheered at the thought.


They reached the church at last and set the coffin in the middle of it. The boys surrounded it and remained reverently standing so, all through the service. It was an old and rather poor church; many of the ikons were without settings; but such churches are the best for praying in. During the mass Snegiryov became somewhat calmer, though at times he had outbursts of the same unconscious and, as it were, incoherent anxiety. At one moment he went up to the coffin to set straight the cover or the wreath, when a candle fell out of the candlestick he rushed to replace it and was a fearful time fumbling over it, then he subsided and stood quietly by the coffin with a look of blank uneasiness and perplexity. After the Epistle he suddenly whispered to Alyosha, who was standing beside him, that the Epistle had not been read properly but did not explain what he meant. During the prayer, "Like the Cherubim," he joined in the singing but did not go on to the end. Falling on his knees, he pressed his forehead to the stone floor and lay so for a long while.


At last came the funeral service itself and candles were distributed. The distracted father began fussing about again, but the touching and impressive funeral prayers moved and roused his soul. He seemed suddenly to shrink together and broke into rapid, short sobs, which he tried at first to smother, but at last he sobbed aloud. When they began taking leave of the dead and closing the coffin, he flung his arms about, as though he would not allow them to cover Ilusha, and began greedily and persistently kissing his dead boy on the lips. At last they succeeded in persuading him to come away from the step, but suddenly he impulsively stretched out his hand and snatched a few flowers from the coffin. He looked at them and a new idea seemed to dawn upon him, so that he apparently forgot his grief for a minute. Gradually he seemed to sink into brooding and did not resist when the coffin was lifted up and carried to the grave. It was an expensive one in the churchyard close to the church, Katerina Ivanovna had paid for it. After the customary rites the grave‐ diggers lowered the coffin. Snegiryov with his flowers in his hands bent down so low over the open grave that the boys caught hold of his coat in alarm and pulled him back. He did not seem to understand fully what was happening. When they began filling up the grave, he suddenly pointed anxiously at the falling earth and began trying to say something, but no one could make out what he meant, and he stopped suddenly. Then he was reminded that he must crumble the bread and he was awfully excited, snatched up the bread and began pulling it to pieces and flinging the morsels on the grave.


"Come, fly down, birds, fly down, sparrows!" he muttered anxiously.


One of the boys observed that it was awkward for him to crumble the bread with the flowers in his hands and suggested he should give them to some one to hold for a time. But he would not do this and seemed indeed suddenly alarmed for his flowers, as though they wanted to take them from him altogether. And after looking at the grave, and as it were, satisfying himself that everything had been done and the bread had been crumbled, he suddenly, to the surprise of every one, turned, quite composedly even, and made his way homewards. But his steps became more and more hurried, he almost ran. The boys and Alyosha kept up with him.


"The flowers are for mamma, the flowers are for mamma! I was unkind to mamma," he began exclaiming suddenly.


Some one called to him to put on his hat as it was cold. But he flung the hat in the snow as though he were angry and kept repeating, "I won't have the hat, I won't have the hat." Smurov picked it up and carried it after him. All the boys were crying, and Kolya and the boy who discovered about Troy most of all. Though Smurov, with the captain's hat in his hand, was crying bitterly too, he managed, as he ran, to snatch up a piece of red brick that lay on the snow of the path, to fling it at the flock of sparrows that was flying by. He missed them, of course, and went on crying as he ran. Half‐way, Snegiryov suddenly stopped, stood still for half a minute, as though struck by something, and suddenly turning back to the church, ran towards the deserted grave. But the boys instantly overtook him and caught hold of him on all sides. Then he fell helpless on the snow as though he had been knocked down, and struggling, sobbing, and wailing, he began crying out, "Ilusha, old man, dear old man!" Alyosha and Kolya tried to make him get up, soothing and persuading him.


"Captain, give over, a brave man must show fortitude," muttered Kolya.


"You'll spoil the flowers," said Alyosha, "and mamma is expecting them, she is sitting crying because you would not give her any before. Ilusha's little bed is still there—"


"Yes, yes, mamma!" Snegiryov suddenly recollected, "they'll take away the bed, they'll take it away," he added as though alarmed that they really would. He jumped up and ran homewards again. But it was not far off and they all arrived together. Snegiryov opened the door hurriedly and called to his wife with whom he had so cruelly quarreled just before:


"Mamma, poor crippled darling, Ilusha has sent you these flowers," he cried, holding out to her a little bunch of flowers that had been frozen and broken while he was struggling in the snow. But at that instant he saw in the corner, by the little bed, Ilusha's little boots, which the landlady had put tidily side by side. Seeing the old, patched, rusty‐ looking, stiff boots he flung up his hands and rushed to them, fell on his knees, snatched up one boot and, pressing his lips to it, began kissing it greedily, crying, "Ilusha, old man, dear old man, where are your little feet?"


"Where have you taken him away? Where have you taken him?" the lunatic cried in a heartrending voice. Nina, too, broke into sobs. Kolya ran out of the room, the boys followed him. At last Alyosha too went out.


"Let them weep," he said to Kolya, "it's no use trying to comfort them just now. Let us wait a minute and then go back."


"No, it's no use, it's awful," Kolya assented. "Do you know, Karamazov," he dropped his voice so that no one could hear them, "I feel dreadfully sad, and if it were only possible to bring him back, I'd give anything in the world to do it."


"What do you think, Karamazov? Had we better come back here to‐night? He'll be drunk, you know."


"Perhaps he will. Let us come together, you and I, that will be enough, to spend an hour with them, with the mother and Nina. If we all come together we shall remind them of everything again," Alyosha suggested.


"The landlady is laying the table for them now—there'll be a funeral dinner or something, the priest is coming; shall we go back to it, Karamazov?"


"Of course," said Alyosha.


"It's all so strange, Karamazov, such sorrow and then pancakes after it, it all seems so unnatural in our religion."


"They are going to have salmon, too," the boy who had discovered about Troy observed in a loud voice.


"I beg you most earnestly, Kartashov, not to interrupt again with your idiotic remarks, especially when one is not talking to you and doesn't care to know whether you exist or not!" Kolya snapped out irritably. The boy flushed crimson but did not dare to reply.


Meantime they were strolling slowly along the path and suddenly Smurov exclaimed:


"There's Ilusha's stone, under which they wanted to bury him."


They all stood still by the big stone. Alyosha looked and the whole picture of what Snegiryov had described to him that day, how Ilusha, weeping and hugging his father, had cried, "Father, father, how he insulted you," rose at once before his imagination.


A sudden impulse seemed to come into his soul. With a serious and earnest expression he looked from one to another of the bright, pleasant faces of Ilusha's schoolfellows, and suddenly said to them:


"Boys, I should like to say one word to you, here at this place."


The boys stood round him and at once bent attentive and expectant eyes upon him.


"Boys, we shall soon part. I shall be for some time with my two brothers, of whom one is going to Siberia and the other is lying at death's door. But soon I shall leave this town, perhaps for a long time, so we shall part. Let us make a compact here, at Ilusha's stone, that we will never forget Ilusha and one another. And whatever happens to us later in life, if we don't meet for twenty years afterwards, let us always remember how we buried the poor boy at whom we once threw stones, do you remember, by the bridge? and afterwards we all grew so fond of him. He was a fine boy, a kind‐hearted, brave boy, he felt for his father's honor and resented the cruel insult to him and stood up for him. And so in the first place, we will remember him, boys, all our lives. And even if we are occupied with most important things, if we attain to honor or fall into great misfortune—still let us remember how good it was once here, when we were all together, united by a good and kind feeling which made us, for the time we were loving that poor boy, better perhaps than we are. My little doves—let me call you so, for you are very like them, those pretty blue birds, at this minute as I look at your good dear faces. My dear children, perhaps you won't understand what I am saying to you, because I often speak very unintelligibly, but you'll remember it all the same and will agree with my words some time. You must know that there is nothing higher and stronger and more wholesome and good for life in the future than some good memory, especially a memory of childhood, of home. People talk to you a great deal about your education, but some good, sacred memory, preserved from childhood, is perhaps the best education. If a man carries many such memories with him into life, he is safe to the end of his days, and if one has only one good memory left in one's heart, even that may sometime be the means of saving us. Perhaps we may even grow wicked later on, may be unable to refrain from a bad action, may laugh at men's tears and at those people who say as Kolya did just now, 'I want to suffer for all men,' and may even jeer spitefully at such people. But however bad we may become—which God forbid—yet, when we recall how we buried Ilusha, how we loved him in his last days, and how we have been talking like friends all together, at this stone, the cruelest and most mocking of us—if we do become so—will not dare to laugh inwardly at having been kind and good at this moment! What's more, perhaps, that one memory may keep him from great evil and he will reflect and say, 'Yes, I was good and brave and honest then!' Let him laugh to himself, that's no matter, a man often laughs at what's good and kind. That's only from thoughtlessness. But I assure you, boys, that as he laughs he will say at once in his heart, 'No, I do wrong to laugh, for that's not a thing to laugh at.' "


"That will be so, I understand you, Karamazov!" cried Kolya, with flashing eyes.


The boys were excited and they, too, wanted to say something, but they restrained themselves, looking with intentness and emotion at the speaker.


"I say this in case we become bad," Alyosha went on, "but there's no reason why we should become bad, is there, boys? Let us be, first and above all, kind, then honest and then let us never forget each other! I say that again. I give you my word for my part that I'll never forget one of you. Every face looking at me now I shall remember even for thirty years. Just now Kolya said to Kartashov that we did not care to know whether he exists or not. But I cannot forget that Kartashov exists and that he is not blushing now as he did when he discovered the founders of Troy, but is looking at me with his jolly, kind, dear little eyes. Boys, my dear boys, let us all be generous and brave like Ilusha, clever, brave and generous like Kolya (though he will be ever so much cleverer when he is grown up), and let us all be as modest, as clever and sweet as Kartashov. But why am I talking about those two? You are all dear to me, boys, from this day forth, I have a place in my heart for you all, and I beg you to keep a place in your hearts for me! Well, and who has united us in this kind, good feeling which we shall remember and intend to remember all our lives? Who, if not Ilusha, the good boy, the dear boy, precious to us for ever! Let us never forget him. May his memory live for ever in our hearts from this time forth!"


"Yes, yes, for ever, for ever!" the boys cried in their ringing voices, with softened faces.


"Let us remember his face and his clothes and his poor little boots, his coffin and his unhappy, sinful father, and how boldly he stood up for him alone against the whole school."


"We will remember, we will remember," cried the boys. "He was brave, he was good!"


"Ah, how I loved him!" exclaimed Kolya.


"Ah, children, ah, dear friends, don't be afraid of life! How good life is when one does something good and just!"


"Yes, yes," the boys repeated enthusiastically.


"Karamazov, we love you!" a voice, probably Kartashov's, cried impulsively.


"We love you, we love you!" they all caught it up. There were tears in the eyes of many of them.


"Hurrah for Karamazov!" Kolya shouted ecstatically.


"And may the dead boy's memory live for ever!" Alyosha added again with feeling.


"For ever!" the boys chimed in again.


"Karamazov," cried Kolya, "can it be true what's taught us in religion, that we shall all rise again from the dead and shall live and see each other again, all, Ilusha too?"


"Certainly we shall all rise again, certainly we shall see each other and shall tell each other with joy and gladness all that has happened!" Alyosha answered, half laughing, half enthusiastic.


"Ah, how splendid it will be!" broke from Kolya.


"Well, now we will finish talking and go to his funeral dinner. Don't be put out at our eating pancakes—it's a very old custom and there's something nice in that!" laughed Alyosha. "Well, let us go! And now we go hand in hand."


"And always so, all our lives hand in hand! Hurrah for Karamazov!" Kolya cried once more rapturously, and once more the boys took up his exclamation: "Hurrah for Karamazov!"


[2] A proverbial expression in Russia.


[5] Probably the public event was the Decabrist plot against the Tsar, of December 1825, in which the most distinguished men in Russia were concerned.—TRANSLATOR'S NOTE.


[6] When a monk's body is carried out from the cell to the church and from the church to the graveyard, the canticle "What earthly joy..." is sung. If the deceased was a priest as well as a monk the canticle "Our Helper and Defender" is sung instead.


[8] Literally: "Did you get off with a long nose made at you?"—a proverbial expression in Russia for failure.


[9] Gogol is meant.


Title: Center pieces and lunch sets in crochet work


Author: Anne Orr


Original publication: Nashville: Anne Orr, 1915


Credits: Bob Taylor, Aaron Adrignola and the Online Distributed Proofreading Team at https://www.pgdp.net (This file was produced from images generously made available by The Internet Archive)


Transcriber's Note Bold text displayed as: =bold=


Instructions for Plate No. 1


Illustrated on Cover Page


Ch 6, join, 3 ch, 18 t in ring, join; ch 8, join in 5th t; repeat around until you have 4 loops; 15 d in each loop.


Ch 6, join, ch 3, 18 t in ring, join; ch 4, t in first t, ch 1, t in next t, ch 1, repeat around, join; ch 4, dt between first t, ch 8, 2 dt in between second t, repeat around until you have 9 scallops, then d around, making 15 d to each scallop.


=First Row=—ch 6, fasten.


=Second Row=—Fill in 18 trebles.


=Third Row=—18 t in every stitch, with 2 stitches between, then fasten.


=Fourth Row=—4 trebles in first space, ch 2, 1 t in next space, ch 2, 4 t until all are filled.


=Fifth Row=—ch 6 in every space until filled.


=Sixth Row=—ch 6 in every center of ch 6.


=Seventh Row=—4 t in every 6 ch and 2 ch, between the 4 t until all are filled.


=Eighth Row=—4 t, 1 stitch between, 3 ch, take up 2 ch with a short stitch, then ch of 3 again, and 4 double stitches, until all are filled.


=Ninth Row=—2 dt in every 4, t with 8 ch between.


=Tenth Row=—15 d stitches in every ch that forms the scallop.


Cross-stitch Designs, in black and white, Set A, Published 1914.


Cross-stitch Designs, in color, Set B, Copyrighted January 1915.


Cross-stitch Designs, in color, Set C, Copyrighted June 1915.


A Book of Centerpieces and Lunch Sets, Copyrighted September, 1915.


A Book of


Center Pieces and Lunch Sets


Arranged and Published by Anne Orr


CHAIN: Make a loop, insert hook, throw thread over hook, and draw a loop through first one made. Each loop is a chain stitch.


SINGLE CROCHET: Make chain, insert hook through second last chain, throw thread over hook, draw through, throw thread over hook, draw through both loops at once.


TREBLE CROCHET: Throw thread over hook twice, draw a loop through foundation chain, throw thread over again, draw through the two loops, throw thread over and draw through two, thread over and draw through last two.


DOUBLE CROCHET: Throw thread over hook and draw a loop through foundation chain; throw thread over hook and draw through two loops, thread over hook and draw through last two loops.


PICOT: Chain 4 and make single crochet in fourth chain from hook.


SLIP STITCH: Insert hook in foundation chain, draw a loop through it and the loop on hook.


ch—stands for chain sc—stands for single crochet. dc—stands for double crochet. tc—stands for treble crochet. sl st—stands for slip stitch. st—stands for stitch. sp—stands for space. h tr—stands for half treble. p—stands for picot. m—stands for mesh. f m—stands for fancy mesh. l m—stands for long mesh.


Instructions for Plate No. 2


Each leaf must be worked separately.


=First Row=—Chain 14, sl st back into 7th st of ch, forming ring 7 ch join into last st of ch, forming 2d ring.


=Second Row=—6 ch, miss 3 st of ring, 1 sc into 7th st of ch, 4 ch, 1 sc, join into connecting of the two rings, 4 ch, 1 sc, join to top st of small ring, 6 ch, 1 sc, join into same st, 4 ch, 1 sc, join into connection of two rings opposite other ch 4, 4 ch, 1 sc, join into 4th st of next ring, 6 ch st sl at top of leaf.


=Third Row=—Sl st 9 times over every ch of 6 and sl st 6 times over every ch of 4 around leaf, join.


=Fourth Row=—Sc into top of each sl st around leaf, join.


=Fifth Row=—9 sc, join into top of each 9 sc, 6 ch, sl st back to 4th st of ch 6, forming a picot, 1 sc, join into top of 2d sc, skipping one sc, repeat until 16 sc are set around leaf, each separated by a picot, 9 sc, join into top of each 9 sc, join, finishes leaf.


The second leaf is made same as first leaf until sixth row.


=Sixth Row=—3 sc, join to each 3 sc, place 1st leaf by 2d and sl st to 3d, sc from the beginning of leaf, 1 sc back to 2d leaf top of sc, repeat 3 times to join together, 3 sc, join into each 3 sc, making 9 sc on leaf, 6 ch sl st back to 4th st of ch, forming picot, 1 sc, skip 1 sc, join to top of 2d sc, 2 ch join into 2d picot of other leaf, 2 ch, 1 sc, skip one, 1 sc, join to 2d sc, 2 ch, join to next picot of leaf, joining the two together, 2 ch, 1 sc, join to 2d sc, 6 ch sl st back to 4th st in ch, 1 sc, join into next 2d sc, repeat twice, 7 ch, join to 3d picot on next leaf, turn, fill ch 7 with 12 sc, sl st to top of sc, 6 ch, sl st back to 4th st in ch, 1 sc, go into 2d sc, repeat twice, 2 ch, 1 sc, join to 2d sc, 7 ch, join back to 2d sc of 12 in ch 7, turn, fill in with 10 sc, leaving st of ch, 7 ch, join to next 2d sc in ch 7, repeat until 6 spokes are made, leaving sp at top of each, 2 ch, join to 3d picot of other leaf, then fill out around the 6 spokes, making 6 sc in each, join to top of sc, 6 ch, sl st back to 4th st in ch for picot until you have 16 sc around leaf same as the first leaf, 9 sc join. Make each scallop in same manner, joining each to preceding by 3d and 4th picots at side. For the upper edge 2 sc, join in 1st sp at side of leaf, 5 ch, 3 sc, join into each 3 sc in middle of 9 sc, 5 ch 2 sc, join into 2 sc, join at connection of leaf, 2 sc, join at connection of other leaf, repeat around.


Lower Edge—Fasten in 2d picot on side of leaf, 5 ch, sl st to 2d picot on the other leaf, 5 ch join into next second picot, 5 ch join to top of 1st spoke, 5 ch join to 2d spoke, repeat around, fill in each ch 5 with 6 sc picot 6 sc to each, repeat around.


Instructions for Plate No. 3


MATERIALS—3 balls of Cordonnet Crochet Cotton No. 10, Steel Crochet Needle No. 8.


Tc around piece, join.


=First Row=—2 tc into 2 tc, 4 ch, skip 4, dc 2 tc to 2 tc, repeat around, join.


=Second Row=—5 ch, sl st to middle st of ch 4, repeat around.


=Third Row=—5 ch, sl st to middle st of ch 5, repeat 5 times, 5 ch, 12 tc into ch of 5, repeat around.


=Fourth Row=—5 ch, sl st to middle st of ch, repeat 4 times, 5 ch 3 tc between 3d and 4th tc 3tc into same, 1 ch, 3 tc between 6th and 7th tc, 3 tc into same, 1 ch, 3 tc between 9th and 10th tc, 3 tc into same, 5 ch to middle st of ch 5, repeat around.


=Fifth Row=—5 ch to sl st to ch 5, repeat 4 times, 3 sc between 3d and 4th tc, 3 sc into same, 2 ch, 3 sc between 9th and 10th tc, 3 ch, 3 sc between 15th and 16th tc, 3 sc into same, 5 ch to middle st of ch 5, repeat around.


=Sixth Row=—5 ch, sl st to middle st of ch 5, repeat 4 times, 3 sc between 3d and 4th, 1 ch, 3 sc into same, 4 ch 3 sc between 3d and 4th sc, 1 ch, 3 sc into same, 5 ch 3 sc between 3d and 4th sc, 1 ch 3 sc into same, 5 ch to middle st of ch 5, repeat around.


=Seventh Row=—5 ch, sl st to middle st of ch 5, repeat 4 times, 5 ch 3 sc into ch 1, 1 ch 3 sc into same, 5 ch 3 sc into ch 1, 1 ch 3 sc into same, 5 ch 3 sc into ch 1, 1 ch 3 sc into same, 5 ch to middle st of ch 5, repeat around.


=Eighth Row=—5 ch, sl st to middle st of ch 5, repeat 4 times, 3 tc into ch 1, 1 ch 3 tc into same, 5 ch 3 tc into ch 1, 1 ch 3 tc into same, 1 ch 3 tc into same, 1 ch 3 tc into same, 5 ch 3 tc into ch 1, 1 ch 3 tc into same, 5 ch sl st to ch 5, repeat around.


=Ninth Row=—5 ch, sl st to middle st of ch 5, repeat 4 times, 3 tc into ch 1, ch 1 3 tc into same, 1 ch 3 tc into middle st of ch 5, 1 ch 3 tc into same, 1 ch 3 tc into 1st 1 ch, 1 ch 3 tc into same st, 1 ch 3 tc into 2d ch 1, 1 ch 3 tc into same, 1 ch 3 tc into 3d ch 1, 1 ch 3 tc into same, 1 ch 3 tc into middle st of ch 5, 1 ch 3 tc into same, 1 ch 3 tc into ch 1, 1 ch 3 tc into same, 5 ch sl st to middle st of ch 5, repeat around.


=Tenth Row=—5 ch, sl st to middle st of ch 5, repeat 4 times, 5 ch 3 tc into 1st ch 1, 1 ch 3 tc into same, 1 ch 3 tc into 2d ch 1, 1 ch 3 tc into same, 1 ch 3 tc into 3d ch 1, 1 ch 3 tc into same, 1 ch 3 tc into 4th ch 1, 1 ch 3 tc into same, 1 ch 3 tc into 5th ch 1, 1 ch 3 tc into same, 1 ch 3 tc into 6th ch 1, 1 ch 3 tc into same, 1 ch 3 tc into 7th ch 1, 1 ch 3 tc into same, 5 ch sl st to middle st of ch 5, repeat around.


=Eleventh Row=—4 ch sl st to every 3d st around.


=Twelfth Row=—4 ch sl st to middle st of ch 4, repeat around.


Instructions for Plate No. 4


Pineapple and Shamrock Design


MATERIALS—5 balls of Cordonnet Crochet Cotton No. 15, Steel Crochet Needle No. 9.


Make a chain of 64, turn.


=First Row=—1 sc into 5th st of ch, 3 ch sl st to 3d st of ch from sc, 3 ch, 1 sc to 3d again in ch, 3 ch sl st to 3d st of ch, 3 ch, 1 sc to 3d st of ch, 3 ch, sl st to 3d st of ch, 3 ch, 3 sc into each 3d of ch, 8 ch, skip 8 ch, st, 1 sc into 9th st of ch, 2 ch, 1 sc into same st, repeat 4 times, into same st 8 ch, skip 8 st of ch, into 9th st, sc 9 times, 8 ch, skip 8 st of ch, into 9th st, sc 1 2 ch sc 1 same st 4 times, turn.


=Second Row=—5 sc into 1st ch of 2 sl st to top of sc, 5 sc into 2d ch 2, sl st to sc, 5 sc into 3d ch 2, sl st to sc 8 ch, sl st to 1st of sc 9, 4 ch, sl st to 2d st of sc 9, 4 ch, sl st to 3d st of sc, 4 ch, sl st to 4th of 9, 4 ch, sl st to 5th st of 9 sc, 4 ch sl st to 6th st of sc 9, 4 ch sl st to 7th st, 4 ch sl st to 8th st, 4 ch sl st to 9th st, 8 ch, sl st to sc 1 5 sc into ch 2, sl st to sc 2, 5 sc into ch 2, sl st into sc 3, 5 sc into ch 2, sl st to sc 4, 8 ch, 2 sc into 1st sc, 1 sc into 2d sc, 2 sc into 3d sc, 6 ch, 1 sc to 1st sc, 6 ch 1 sc to 2d sc, 6 ch, 1 sc into 3d sc, 1 ch, 1 sc into 3d st of ch, turn.


=Third Row=—4 ch 1 sc to 1st sc, 3 ch sl st to 3d st, 3 ch 1 sc to 2d sc, 3 ch sl st to 3d st, 3 ch 1 sc to 3d sc, 3 ch sl st to 3d st, 3 ch 2 sc into 1st sc, 1 sc to 2d sc 1 ch, 1 sc to 4th sc, 2 sc into 5th sc, 8 ch, 1 sc to middle point of leaf, 2 ch 1 sc to same st, repeat 4 times, 8 ch sl st to ch 4, repeat across, 8 ch sc to leaf, repeat as before, turn.


=Fourth Row=—Form leaf as in 2d row, 8 ch sl st to ch 4, repeat across, 8 ch sl st to sc 1, repeat leaf, 8 ch 2 sc to 1st sc, 1 sc to 2d sc, 1 ch, 1 sc to ch 1, 1 ch 1 sc to sc 2d, 2 sc to last sc, 6 ch 1 sc to 1st sc, 6 ch, 1 sc to 2d sc, ch 6 1 sc to 3d sc, 1 ch 1 sc to 3d st, turn.


=Fifth Row=—Repeat as in 3d row to sc in 1st sc, 1 ch, 1 sc to 2d sc, repeat, skipping one sc each time, 8 ch to middle leaf, repeat same across as row 4, turn.


=Sixth Row=—Same as 4th row, turn.


=Seventh Row=—Same as 5th row, turn.


=Eighth Row=—Same as 6th row, turn.


=Ninth Row=—Same as 7th row, turn.


=Tenth Row=—Form leaf, 8 ch sl st to ch 4, 8 ch, repeat same as row 8, turn.


=Eleventh Row=—Same as 9th row until point of pineapple, 1 sc 1 ch, repeat 4 times in to sl st 8 ch 1 sc to point of leaf, repeat 4 times, turn.


=Twelfth Row=—Form leaf 8 ch to 1 sc form leaf, 8 ch to 1st sc form leaf, and repeat as in 10th row, turn.


=Thirteenth Row=—Same as 11th row to 1 st sc, 2 sc into 1 st sc, 1 sc to 2d sc, 8 ch 1 sc to 5th sp, repeat 4 times, 8 ch, 9 sc into last st of sc, 8 ch 1 sc to point of leaf, repeat 4 times, turn. Makes 1 scallop, repeat until large as desired.


Instructions for Plate No. 5


MATERIALS—9 balls of Cordonnet Crochet Cotton No. 15, Steel Crochet Needle No. 9.


=First Row=—22 sc, join into ch 6, join.


=Second Row=—5 ch, sl st to top st of 2d sc, 5 ch sl st to top of 4th sc, repeat around, making 11 loops.


=Third Row=—Draw thread up loosely and sl st into middle of 1st loop of 5 st, 3 ch sl st into 2d loop of ch 5, and repeat around.


=Fourth Row=—sl st into ch 3, 4 sc join into same ch 3, sl st into ch 3, sl st join into 2d ch 3, 4 sc into same ch 3, sl st into same ch 3 sl st into 3d ch 3, and repeat around.


=Fifth Row=—15 ch st, throw thread over needle once and join back into 6th st of ch from last end, forming a small ring on end of ch, 1 ch, 1 sc, skip 1 st of ch, go into 2d st from ring, making a sp, 1 ch, 1 sc, skip 1 st, join into 2d st of ch from last sp, making 3 sps, 11 sc, joined over rest of ch of 15, filling it in, throw thread over needle once and go into top of middle of lower fan, turn, 5 ch, throw thread over needle once, go into top of 9th sc of 11th sc, 1 ch 1 sc, join to top of 10th sc, 1 ch, 1 sc, join to top of 11th sc, 1 ch, 1 sc, join to top of 12th sc, turn, make 5 ch st, throw thread over needle once, join to top of 1st sc, 1 ch, 1 sc, join to top of 2d sc, 1 ch, 12 sc, fill in ch 5, throw thread over needle once and go in between lower fan's turn, repeat the same for each spoke until around and join.


=Sixth Row=—5 ch, sl st into ch 5 on point of spoke, repeat around.


=Seventh Row=—8 sc joined into ch 5, repeat same around and join.


=Eighth Row=—5 ch, sl st to top of middle st of 8 sc in ch 5, 5 ch sl st between 8 sc into ch 5, repeat around.


=Ninth Row=—4 ch, sl st into middle of loop of ch 5, repeat around.


=Tenth Row=—1 sl st into ch 4, 5 sc into same ch of 4, 1 sl st into same ch of 4, 1 sl st into next ch 4, 5 sc join into same ch of 4, sl st into same, and repeat around.


=Eleventh Row=—Same as 5th row.


Repeat the 5th, 6th, 7th, 8th, 9th and 10th rows over 3 times in rotation, as given, and the last time leave off 8th, 9th and 10th rows, stopping on the one same as 7th row.


Start scallop, 8 sc joined to each lower 8 sc, 2 ch 12 sc, skip 2, lower sc, st and join into each, 12 sc 2 ch, skip 2, st of sc 8 sc into each lower 8 sc, repeat around.


=Second Row=—sl st into top of 2d sc of the 8 sc, repeat into 6 st of the 8 sc, leaving one, 3 ch, 12 sc join into each of lower 12 sc, 3 ch sl st into 2d st of 8 sc for 6 times, leaving one, 3 ch 12 sc join to each lower 12 sc, and repeat same around.


=Third Row=—sl st join to 2d sl st, repeat 5 times, 4 ch 1 sc join to top of 1st sc of 12, 1 ch 1 sc join to 2d st of sc 12, repeating 12 times, 4 ch sl st to 2d lower sl st, repeat into each lower sl st, and repeat same around.


=Fourth Row=—sl st into 2d sl st below, sl st into each 4, sl st 4 ch, 1 sc join to 1st sc 1 ch, 1 sc join to 2d sc, repeat across the 12 sc, ch 4, and repeat around.


=Fifth Row=—sl st 3 times into 4 lower sl st, 5 ch, 1 sc join to 1st sc of 12, 2 ch, 1 sc join to 2d sc of 12 sc, repeat around.


=Sixth Row=—sl st twice into lower sl st of 3, 5 ch, 1 sc join to top of 1st sc of 12 sc, 2 ch, 1 sc join to 2d sc of 12 sc, repeat around.


=Seventh Row=—sl st once into lower sl st of 2, 5 ch, 1 sc join to 1st sc of 12 sc, 3 ch, 1 sc join to 2d sc of 12 sc, repeat across, 5 ch, sl st 1 to sl st 2, repeat around, 3 ch, 1 sc join to middle st of ch 5, 3 ch join to 1st sc, 3 ch join to 2d sc, and repeat around.


=Edge=—sl st into ch 3, 1 ch sl st into same ch, 1 ch sl st into same, repeating 5 times into each ch of 3 around.


Instructions for Plate No. 6


Shell Center Piece


MATERIALS—6 balls of Silkine Crochet Cotton No. 10, 1 Steel Needle No. 9.


Chain of 12 st, join, hold ch ring around finger, wrap thread around finger with ch 3 times, sl st and tie, sl st over ch and thread 27 times making a padded ring.


=First Row=—6 ch, 1 sc, join to 3d sl st of ring, 3 ch, 1 sc, skip 2 sl st in ring, join in 3d, repeat 9 times, join.


=Second Row=—3 ch, sl st to top of sc, repeat around.


=Third Row=—6 sc, join into ch 3, sl st to top of sc 1, repeat around.


=Fourth Row=—4 ch, sl st to top of sc 1, holding petals that are made over with finger so ch 4 will be underneath petals, repeat around.


=Fifth Row=—8 sc, join into ch 4, sl st 1, repeat around.


=Sixth Row=—1 sc, join to 2d st of sc 8, 2 ch, 1 sc, join to same st, 4 ch, 1 sc, join to 5th st of sc 8, repeat same over 7 petals, 4 ch, 1 sc, join to 2d st of sc 8, 1 ch, 1 sc, join to 5th st of petal, 1 ch, 1 sc, join to next petal, 2d st, 1 ch, 1 sc join to 5th st of petal, 4 ch, join.


=Seventh Row=—1 sc, join in ch 2 between sc, 2 ch, 1 sc, join in same, 4 ch, 1 sc, join in next ch 2 and repeat same 14 times, 1 ch, 1 sc, join in lower ch 4, 1 ch, 1 sc, join in to top of sc, repeat across, join.


=Eighth Row=—2 sc, join into ch 2 between sc, 2 ch, 2 sc, join into same, 4 ch, 2 sc, join to next ch 2, repeat around 14 times, 1 ch, 1 sc, join into ch 1, 1 ch, 1 sc, join to top of sc, repeat across.


=Ninth Row=—Same as 8th row.


=Tenth Row=—3 sc, join into ch 2 between sc 2, 2 ch, 3 sc, join into same ch, 4 ch, 3 sc, join into next ch 2 between sc 2, repeat same 14 times, finish across same as last row.


=Eleventh Row=—3 sc, join into ch 2 between sc 3, 2 ch, 3 sc, join into same ch, 2 ch, sl st to middle st of ch 4, 2 ch, 3 sc, join into next ch 2 between sc 3, repeat around 14 times, finish across as before.


=Twelfth Row=—Same as 11th row, except ch between fans are 4 ch, sl st, to lower sl st, 4 ch, back to fan.


=Thirteenth Row=—3 sc, join into ch 2 between sc 3, 2 ch, 3 sc, join into same ch, 9 ch, sl st to ch 2 between sc 3, repeat around to last fan, 3 sc, join into ch 2 between sc 3, 2 ch, 3 sc, join into same ch, repeat across as before.


=Fourteenth Row=—3 sc, join into ch 2 of fan, 2 ch, 3 sc, join into same ch, fill in ch 9 with 14 sc, repeat around to last fan, make fan, and finish across same as before.


=Fifteenth Row=—Make fan, 5 sc, join into each first five sc in ch 9, 4 ch, skip 4 sc in ch 9, 5 sc, joined to top of each last 5 sc in ch 9, 4 ch, 4 sc join to top of 4 sc in ch 9, skipping 4 sc each time repeat around and make fan. Make sp across same as before.


=Sixteenth Row=—Make fan the same, 6 ch, 3 sc, join into ch 4, 2 ch, 3 sc, join into same ch, repeat around, make fan. Sps across the same.


=Seventeenth Row=—Make fan the same, 1 ch, sl st to middle st of ch 6, 1 ch, 3 sc, join into ch 2 of fan, 2 ch, 3 sc, join into same ch, repeat around. Make fan, repeat across the same.


=Eighteenth Row=—Make fan the same, ch, sl st to middle of lower ch, 3 ch, 3 sc, join into ch 2 of fan, 2 ch, 3 sc join into same, repeat around and across spaces, finishing one Medallion.


Repeat same directions for each.


Instructions for Plate No. 7


MATERIALS—10 balls of Cordonnet Crochet Cotton No. 50, Steel Crochet Needle No. 13.


Chain of 8 st, join.


=First Row=—32 sc into ch of 8 st, join.


=Second Row=—2 sc join between 1st and 2d sc, 2 ch 2 sc join between 2 sc, skipping 2 sc, repeating 12 times, 4 ch sl st between 2 sc, skipping 2 sc, repeat 3 times.


=Third Row=—4 ch, 3 sc join into 1st ch 2, 2 ch, 3 sc join into same, 4 ch, 3 sc, into 2d ch 2, 2 ch, sc 3, into same, repeating 11 times, 4 ch, sl st to middle st of ch 4, repeat 4 times.


=Fourth Row=—4 ch, 3 sc into ch 2 between sc 6, 2 ch, 3 sc into same, 4 ch 3 sc into 2d ch 2 between sc 6, repeat same 11 times, 4 ch, sl st to middle st of ch 4, repeat 5 times.


=Fifth Row=—Same as 4th row.


=Sixth Row=—4 ch 3 sc into ch 2 of 1st sc 6, 3 sc into same, 5 ch, and repeat as in 5th row.


=Seventh Row=—4 ch sl st into ch 2 of 1st sc 6, 6 ch, 1 sc, catch all 4 lower ch 4, draw loosely, 6 ch sl st into ch 2 of 2d, sc 6, repeating around all the fans, 4 ch, join across as before.


=Eighth Row=—4 ch, 9 sc into ch 6, going into ch 6, 9 times around to ch 4, repeating across as before.


=Ninth Row=—4 ch, 3 sc join to top st of 4th, 5th and 6th sc of sc 9, 4 ch and repeat around to ch 4, and repeat ch 4 across.


=Tenth Row=—4 ch, 3 sc into ch 4, 2 ch, 3 sc into same, repeating around to ch 4, repeat across ch 4 as before.


=Eleventh Row=—4 ch, 3 sc into ch 2 of sc 6, 5 ch into 2d ch 2 of sc 6, repeating around to ch 4, repeat across ch 4 as before.


=Twelfth Row=—Same as 11th row.


=Thirteenth Row=—4 ch, 1 sc into ch 2 of sc 6, 3 ch, sl st back through sc 1, repeating 6 times, 5 ch 1 sc, catching up all 3 ch of 5, draw loosely, 5 ch 1 sc into ch 2 of 2d sc 6, repeat same as before, around to ch 4, repeat ch 4 across as before.


To join Medallions—Catch the point of 3d shell of 2 medallions and sl st together, and fill in between each with ch of 4 back and forth to top, then across ch 4 on top and repeat until all are joined.


Instructions for Plate No. 8


Pineapple and Acorn Design


=First Row=—tc around center piece.


=Second Row=—2 tc into top of 2 lower tc, ch 4, skip 3 lower tc and tc 2 into top of 4th, repeat around, join.


=Third Row=—5 ch, sl st in middle of ch, ch 4, repeat around.


=Fourth Row=—2 tc into ch 5, 1 ch, tc 2, to ch 5, 4 ch, 14 tc into ch 5, skip 1 link, repeat around, join.


=Fifth Row=—2 tc into ch 1, 1 ch, 2 tc to ch 1, 4 ch, sl st to 1st, tc of 14, 4 ch, sl st to 3d of tc 14, 4 ch, sl st to top of 5th tc, 4 ch sl st to 7th of tc 14, 4 ch, sl st to 9th of tc 14, 4 ch sl st to 11th of tc 14, 4 ch sl st to 13th of tc 14, 4 ch, 2 tc into ch 1, 1 ch, 2 tc to ch 1, 4 ch sl st to 1st, tc 14, and repeat around.


=Sixth Row=—2 tc into ch 1, 1 ch, 2 tc into ch 1, 4 ch sl st to middle of ch 4, repeat around.


=Seventh Row=—Same as 6th row.


=Eighth Row=—2 tc into ch 1, 1 ch, 2 tc into ch 1, 1 ch, 2 tc into ch 1, 5 ch, sl st into middle of ch 4, repeat around.


=Ninth Row=—2 tc into 1st ch 1, 1 ch, 2 tc into ch 1, 1 ch 2 tc into 2d ch 1, 1 ch 2 tc into ch 1, 5 ch, sl st into ch 4, repeat around.


=Tenth Row=—2 tc into 1st ch 1, 1 ch, 2 tc in ch 1, 1 tc into 2d ch 1, 3 ch, 1 tc into ch 1, 2 tc into 3d ch 1, 1 ch 2 tc into ch 1, 5 ch sl st to ch 4, repeating around.


=Eleventh Row=—2 tc into 1st ch 1, 1 ch 2 tc into ch 1, 1 ch 12 tc into ch 3, 1 ch, 2 tc into 2nd ch 1, 1 ch, 2 tc into ch 1, 5 ch sl st to ch 4, repeat around.


=Twelfth Row=—4 tc into 1st ch 1, 1 ch 1 tc into top of 1st tc of 12, 1 tc into top of 2d tc, 2 tc into top of 3d tc, 1 tc to 4 tc, 1 tc to 5th tc, 2 tc to 6th tc, 1 tc to 7th tc, 1 tc to 8th tc, 2 tc to 9th tc, 1 tc to 10th tc, 2 tc to 11th tc, 1 tc to 12th tc, 1 ch, 4 tc into 2d ch 1, 6 ch to middle of ch 4, repeat around.


=Thirteenth Row=—4 ch sl st to top of each 3d st around.


=Fourteenth Row=—4 ch into middle st of ch 4 around.


=Fifteenth Row=—Same as 14th row.


=Sixteenth Row=—5 ch sl st back into 2d st of ch, 2 ch sl st into middle st of ch 4, repeat around.


Instructions for Plate No. 9


=First Row=—5 ch, 3 sc join all into 1st st of ch 1 ch 3 sc join into same st 2 ch, turn, 3 sc join into ch 1 between sc 3, 1 ch, 3 sc join into same st, 2 ch, turn and repeat over until 25 fans are made, 6 ch, join into ch 2 at side of 1st fan, 6 ch, join into ch 2, side of 2d fan, repeat until 9 loops are made, turn.


=Second Row=—sl st over the 6 ch, st 10 times, in each, until 9th loop sl st over 5 times, leaving half the loop, turn.


=Third Row=—6 ch sl st to middle st of loop 2, repeat across, turn, sl st over ch 6, going in each 10 times as before until last loop is reached, sl st 5 st over leaving half of loop, turn.


=Fourth Row=—Repeat same as 3d row.


=Sixth Row=—Same as 4th row.


=Seventh Row=—Same as 4th row.


=Eighth Row=—Same as 4th row.


=Ninth Row=—Same as 4th row.


=Tenth Row=—Leaves only one loop, sl st over, going in 10 times, sl st over the side of loop left going in 5 times, repeat down all loops the same, 2 ch, 3 sc, join into ch 1 in fan. 1 ch, 3 sc join into same st, 2 ch, turn.


=First Row around point=—3 sc join in ch 1 in fan, 1 ch 3 sc join into same st. 1 ch, 1 sc, join into ch 2, by side of fan, 1 ch, 1 sc to side of fan. 1 ch 1 sc between fan, repeat around, point and join to ch 2 by 1st fan, turn.


=Second Row=—4 ch 1 sc, into ch 1, repeat around, 3 sc join in ch 1 of fan, 1 ch, 3 sc to same, 2 ch, turn.


=Third Row=—3 sc, join in ch 1 of fan, 1 ch 3 sc into same st, 4 ch, join to ch 4, repeat around, join to ch 2 of fan, turn.


=Fourth Row=—5 ch, join to ch 4, repeat around making fan as before, turn.


=Fifth Row=—Make fan, repeat ch of 5 around as before, turn.


=Seventh Row=—Same as 5th row, join to last of ch 2, turn.


=Eighth Row=—8 sc, filling in ch 5, sl st 1 into 2d ch 5, 8 sc fill in next ch 5, repeating around and make fan as before, making 25 fans as at first for 2d point and repeat as in first point until 6 points are made and join fan between points, join thread to middle of scallop, 8 ch join to middle scallop on opposite point, turn, sl st over 14 times, 1 ch join in point of scallop, 8 ch, sl st to middle of loop, 8 ch join to point of fan, turn, sl st over 14 times each loop, turn, 2 ch 1 sc join to each 3d st of loop across, turn, 4 ch, sl st to ch 2, repeat across, turn. 4 ch, sl st ch 4 across, turn, 8 sc fill in ch 4, sl st 1 into 2d ch 4, repeat across row across top of fans around piece, 3 sc join in ch 2 on side of fan, 1 ch 3 sc join to next ch 2 by side of fan, repeat around.


Instructions for Plate No. 10


=First Row=—Chain of 6, join, 3 sc, join in chain, 2 ch 3 sc, join in ch, 2 ch; repeat 8 times same into ch, join.


=Second Row=—2 sc, join to top of 1st sc, 1 sc join to 2d sc, 2 sc join to 3d sc; 2 ch, 2 sc, join to 1st sc as before, and repeat around, join.


=Third Row=—2 sc join to 1st sc, 1 sc to 2d sc, 1 sc to 3d sc, 1 sc to 4th sc, 2sc to 5 sc, 2 ch 2 sc to 1st sc, and repeat as before, and around, join.


=Fourth Row=—Same as 3d row; widen with 2 sc in 1st and last st of each sc of diamond, join.


=Tenth Row=—Same as 4th row.


=Eleventh Row=—Same as 4th row.


=Twelfth Row=—Same as 4th row.


=Thirteenth Row=—Same as 4th row.


=Fourteenth Row=—Same as 4th row.


=Fifteenth Row=—Same as 4th row.


=Sixteenth Row=—Same as 4th row.


=Seventeenth Row=—1 sc, join to 2d sc of diamond and repeat across diamond, leaving one sc out on each side to narrow down; 2 ch, 1 sc, join to top of 1st sc of diamond, 2 ch 1 sc join to 1st st of next diamond. Repeat around, join.


=Eighteenth Row=—Same as 17th row, making 2 more sp each time between.


=Nineteenth Row=—Same as 18th row.


=Twentieth Row=—Same as 18th row.


=Twenty-first Row=—Same as 18th row.


=Twenty-second Row=—Same as 18th row.


=Twenty-third Row=—Same as 18th row.


=Twenty-fourth Row=—Same as 18th row in diamond, 7 sp, 4 sc into 8 sp; 7 sp make diamond, always leaving 1 sc on each side of diamond.


=Twenty-fifth Row=—Same as 24th row for diamond, 8 sp 2 sc, join to 1st sc, 1 sc to 2d sc, 1 sc to 3d sc, 2 sc join to 4th sc, 8 sp, repeat around.


=Twenty-sixth Row=—Same as 25th row, making one less on each side of diamond, and adding 2 sc on each side of points started.


(=1=) =Row=—Same as 26th row.


(=2=) =Row=—Same as 26th row.


(=3=) =Row=—Same as 26th row.


(=4=) =Row=—Same as 26th row.


(=5=) =Row=—Same as 26th row.


(=6=) =Row=—Same as 26th row.


(=7=) =Row=—Same as 26th row.


(=8=) =Row=—Same as 26th row.


(=9=) =Row=—Same as 26th row.


(=10=) =Row=—Same as 26th row.


(=11=) =Row=—Same as 26th row.


(=12=) =Row=—2 ch 1 sc join to 1 sc of sp; repeat across; 2 ch join to 3d sc of point; repeat around.


1 tc join into ch 2, 1 ch 1 tc join into same; repeat 12 times, going to same ch; sl st into 3d sp; 1 tc join into 3d sp. 1 ch 1 tc join in same sp; repeat 12 times; repeat same around. 4 ch join to sp between tc, 4 ch, join in sp, repeat around.


Made by same directions as Center Piece, until 8 rows are made.


=Ninth Row=—-Same as 17th row in directions of Center Piece. Repeat same until 8 rows are made, making 2 sp more each row and 2 sc less on diamond. Add Scallop same as Center Piece directions.


Same directions as Center Piece for 6 rows.


=Seventh Row=—Same as 17th row. Repeat same directions as Center Piece for 6 rows. Add Scallop, same directions as Center Piece.


Instructions for Plate No. 11


Lunch Set in Novelty Braid and Crochet


Circular piece of irish linen 28 inches across, turn in narrow hem and sc very closely around over hem and join.


=First Row=—3 ch, 1 sc, join to top st of sc, 1 ch 1 sc, join to top of next sc, repeating around, join to chain 3 at beginning.


=Second Row=—Same as 1st row.


=Third Row=—Same as 1st row.


=Fourth Row=—4 ch, 1 sc, join to 1st sc, 2 ch 1 sc, join to 2d sc, repeat around, join to ch 4 at beginning.


=Sixth Row=—3 ch, sl st into ch 2, repeat around.


=Eighth Row=—4 ch, sl st into ch 3, repeat around.


=Tenth Row=—Same as 8th row.


=Eleventh Row=—2 ch sl st into 1st loop in novelty braid, 2 ch join to ch 4, 2 ch join to 1st loop in next block of braid, 2 ch join to ch 4, 4 ch join to last loop of braid, sl st into first loop of next block of braid, 4 ch join to lower ch 4, 2 ch join to last loop in braid, 2 ch join to next block of braid 1st loop, 2 ch join to ch 4, 4 ch join to last loop of braid, 1 ch join to 1st loop on next block of braid, 4 ch join to lower ch 4, repeating around.


=Twelfth Row=—4 ch join in first loop of braid on upper side, 4 ch join to last loop on same block of braid, 2 ch join to 1st loop on next block of braid, 4 ch join last loop on same block, repeat around.


=Thirteenth Row=—4 ch, join into ch 2, joining blocks of braid, repeating 4 times into same ch, 6 ch to next ch 2 between blocks 6 ch join to next ch 2, repeat around.


=Fourteenth Row=—4 ch join to ch 4, 4 ch join to next ch 4, 4 ch join in ch 6, 4 ch join to ch 6, repeat around.


=Fifteenth Row=—Same as 10th row.


=Sixteenth Row=—Same as 10th row.


=Seventeenth Row=—Same as 10th row.


=Eighteenth Row=—Same as 11th row.


=Nineteenth Row=—Same as 12th row.


=Twentieth Row=—Same as 13th row.


=Twenty-first Row=—Same as 14th row.


=Twenty-second Row=—Same as 15th row.


=Twenty-third Row=—Same as 15th row.


=Twenty-fourth Row=—Same as 15th row.


=Twenty-fifth Row=—Same as 15th row.


=Twenty-sixth Row=—Same as 11th row.


=Twenty-seventh Row=—Same as 12th row.


=Twenty-eighth Row=—Same as 13th row.


=Twenty-ninth Row=—Same as 14th row.


=Thirtieth Row=—Same as 15th row.


=Thirty-first Row=—Same as 15th row.


=Thirty-second Row=—5 ch, sl st back into 2d st of ch 5, 2 ch join into ch 4, 5 ch, sl st back to 2d st of ch 5, 2 ch join to ch 4, repeat around.


Plate Doylie


Circular piece of Irish linen 12 inches across, turn in small hem, sc over closely around, make by same directions as centerpiece up to 8th row, finish with row 32 of centerpiece.


Tumbler Doylie


Circular piece of Irish linen 5 inches across, turn in small hem, sc over hem closely.


=First Row=—Same as 1st row in centerpiece.


=Second Row=—Same as 2d row in centerpiece.


=Third Row=—Same as 8th row in centerpiece. Repeat same directions as centerpiece to 18th row, finish with row 32.


Instructions for Plate No. 12


MATERIALS—5 balls Silkine Crochet Cotton No. 30, 2 bolts of Novelty Braid, 1 Steel Crochet Needle No. 11.


Make rose in center, 5 ch st and join.


=First Row=—6 ch, 1 sc, join in ch 5, 2 ch, 1 sc, join into ch 5, repeat 7 times, join.


=Second Row=—6 sc, join into ch 2, 1 sl st to lower sc 1, repeat 7 times.


=Third Row=—4 ch, sl st into lower sl st, repeat 7 times.


=Fourth Row=—9 sc, join into ch 4, sl st to lower sl st, repeat 7 times. Make 13 roses.


Take Novelty Braid, have two ends, tie with thread, every 3d block in braid cross the braid and tie, repeat 13 times, join to first end and tie, place rose in between tied braid, join thread to middle loop in block of braid, 5 ch st, sl st back to 2d st, 2 ch sl st to middle st of petal in rose, 5 ch, sl st back to 2d st, 2 ch, sl st to middle loop in next block of braid, repeat around the rose and repeat same until the 13 roses are in.


=First Row=—Above braid join thread to 1st loop in braid, 6 ch, 1 tc, join in middle loop in block of braid, 3 ch, 1 tc, join to last loop in same block of braid, 3 ch, 1 tc, join in middle of sp between blocks in braid, repeat around, join.


=Second Row=—4 tc, join into ch 3, 1 ch, 4 tc, join into next ch 3, repeat 8 times, 4 tc, skip 2, ch 4, go into 3d ch 4, repeat same around, join.


=Third Row=—1 tc, join in ch 1 between tc 4, 1 ch, 1 tc, join into same ch 1, tc 1, join into next ch 1 between tc 4, repeat same 7 times, 1 tc, skip 1 sp, go in 2d ch 1 between tc 4, repeat around, join.


=Fourth Row=—2 sc, join to ch 1, 3 ch sl st back to top of sc, 2 sc, join to next ch 1, 3 ch sl st back to top of sc, repeat around, join.


=First Row=—Below—Braid same as 1st row above.


=Second Row=—Same as 2d row.


=Third Row=—Same as 3d row.


=Fourth Row=—3 sc, join into ch 1, 3 ch, sl st back to top of last sc 3, repeat around, join.


Center Piece Edging


Make 26 roses same as in Insertion. Fix braid the same, making 26 loops same as the 13 in Insertion, join roses in the same.


=First Row above braid=—Same as 1st row in Insertion.


=Second Row=—Same as in Insertion.


=Third Row=—1 tc, join in ch 1 between tc 4, 2 ch, 1 tc, join into same ch 1, 2 ch, 1 tc, join to 2d ch 1 between tc 4, repeat 7 times, 1 tc, skip 1 sp, go in 2d ch 1 between tc 4, and repeat around.


=Fourth Row=—Same as 3d row.


=Fifth Row=—4 sc, join into ch 2, 3 ch, sl st back to last sc 4, repeat around.


=First Row below braid=—same as 1st row below braid for Insertion.


=Second Row=—Same as 2d row for Insertion.


=Third Row=—Same as 3d row above braid.


=Fourth Row=—2 tc join into ch 2, between lower tc 2, 2 ch, 2 tc, join into same ch. 2 tc, join into 2nd ch 2, between tc 2, 2 ch, 2 tc, join into same ch, repeat around.


=Fifth Row=—3 ch, 1 tc, join into ch 2 between tc 2. 3 ch, sl st, back to top of tc, repeat same 4 times into same ch, 3 ch, sl st, between tc 2. 3 ch, 1 tc, join into next ch 2, between tc 2, repeat same around.


Second Size Piece of Lunch Set


MATERIALS—2 balls of Silkine Crochet Cotton No. 30, 1 bolt Novelty Braid, 1 Steel Crochet Needle No. 11.


Make 8 roses by same directions as rose in centerpiece, 1 size smaller braid, take 2 ends of braid and tie, skip 3 blocks in braid, cross and tie, repeat until 8 loops are made, join and tie, take the 8 roses and fill in each 8 loops by same directions as for centerpiece.


=First Row top of braid=—1 tc, join to 1st loop in block of braid, 2 ch, 1 tc, join in middle loop in block of braid, 2 ch, 1 tc, join in last loop of block, 2 ch, 1 tc, join in sp between block of braid, repeat same around, join.


=Second Row=—3 tc, join into ch 2, repeat 8 times, skip 2 sp, 3 tc, join into ch 2, repeat around, join.


=Third Row=—2 tc, join between 3d and 4th tc, 1 ch, 2 tc, join between next 3d and 4th tc, repeat 7 times, 2 tc, skip, 6 tc, join between 6th and 7th tc, and repeat same around.


=Fourth Row=—2 tc, join between 2d 2 tc, 1 ch, 2 tc, join between next 2 tc, repeat 5 times, 1 tc between tc 2, repeat same around, join.


=Fifth Row=—Same as 4th row, join.


=Sixth Row=—Same as 4th row, join.