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<h1>LEFT TO THEMSELVES</h1>
<p class="noic">BEING</p>
<p class="noi subtitle">THE ORDEAL OF PHILIP AND GERALD</p>
<p class="p4 noic">BY</p>
<p class="noi author">EDWARD IRENÆUS STEVENSON</p>
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<p class="noic">TO</p>
<p class="noi author oldenglish">H. Harkness Flagler</p>
<p class="p2 noic">THIS VIGNETTE OF THE BEGINNING OF AN EARLY
AND LASTING FRIENDSHIP</p>
<p class="noi author">IS INSCRIBED</p>
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<p class="noic">ΑΘ. τοιγὰρ κατὰ χθόν’ οὖσ’ ἐπικτήσει φίλους.—<span class="smcap">Æschylus.</span></p>
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<p><span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_5" id="Page_5">[5]</SPAN></span></p>
<h2>PREFACE.</h2></div>
<p class="cap">A preface to a little book of this sort is an anomaly.
Consequently it should be understood the sooner that
these fore-words are not intended for any boys or girls that
take up <i>Left to Themselves</i>. It is solely for the benefit of
the adult reader led by curiosity or carefulness to open the
book. The young reader will use his old privilege and skip it.</p>
<p>It was lately observed, with a good deal of truth, that childhood
and youth in their relations to literature are modern
discoveries. To compare reading for the boys or girls of to-day
with that purveyed even twenty-five years ago, in quantity
and quality, is a trite superfluity.</p>
<p>But it has begun to look as if catering to this discovery
of what young minds relish and of what they absorb has gone
incautiously far. There exists a good measure of forgetfulness
that children, after all is said, are little men and little
women, with hearts and heads, as well as merely imaginations
to be tickled. Undoubtedly these last must be stirred in the
story. But there is always a large element of the young
reading public to whom character in fiction, and a definite idea
of human nature through fiction, and the impression of downright
personality through fiction, are the main interests—perhaps
unconsciously—and work a charm and influence good or
bad in a very high degree. A child does not always live in and
care for the eternal story, story, story, incident, incident, incident,
of literature written for him. There are plenty of philosophers
not yet arrived at tail-coats or long frocks. They sit in
the corners of the library or school-room. They think out and
feel the personality in narrative deeply. This element, apart
from incident, in a story means far more to impress and hold<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_6" id="Page_6">[6]</SPAN></span>
and mold than what happens. Indeed, in the model story
for young readers—one often says it, but often does not succeed
in illustrating it—the clear embodiment of character
is of the first importance, however stirring or however artistically
treated or beneficial the incidental side. Jack feels
more than he says from the personal contact, feels more, may
be, than he knows; and Jill is surely apt to be as sensitive
as Jack.</p>
<p>Has there not little by little come to be a little too much
of kindly writing down to childhood and to youth? of writing
down to it until we are in danger of losing its level and getting
below it? Is not thoughtless youth more thoughtful than
our credit extends to it? Certainly a nice sense of the balance
between sugar and pill seems needed just now—admitting
the need of any actual pill. Children, after the earliest
period, are more serious and finer and more perceptive
natures than we may have come to allowing, or for which we
may have come to working. We forget the dignity of even
the young heart and mind. Light-hearted youth does not
necessarily mean light-headed youth.</p>
<p>This story—with apology for such a preamble—is written
in the aim at deferring to the above ideas; and, furthermore,
at including in the process one or two literary principles
closely united to them. It will be found its writer hopes to
embody study, as well as story, for the thoughtful moments
in young lives, on whose intelligences daily clearly break the
beauty and earnestness of human life, of resolute character, of
unselfish friendship and affection, and of high aim. To
them, and of course to all adult readers, who do not feel
themselves out of sympathy with the idealizings and fair
inclusions of one’s early time in this world, what follows is
offered.</p>
<p><span class="smcap">New York City</span>, <i>February, 1891</i>.</p>
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<p><span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_7" id="Page_7">[7]</SPAN></span></p>
<h2>CONTENTS.</h2>
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<td class="tdc" colspan="2"><SPAN href="#CHAPTER_I">CHAPTER I.</SPAN></td>
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<td class="tdl hang"><span class="smcap">Mr. Sip’s Appearance and
Disappearance—Philip and Gerald Break Ice in Summer</span></td>
<td class="tdrb">9</td>
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<td class="tdc" colspan="2"><SPAN href="#CHAPTER_II"><br/>CHAPTER II.</SPAN></td>
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<td class="tdl hang"><span class="smcap">Mutual Confidences; and Philip Turns
Red in the Face</span></td>
<td class="tdrb">25</td>
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<td class="tdc" colspan="2"><SPAN href="#CHAPTER_III"><br/>CHAPTER III.</SPAN></td>
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<td class="tdl hang"><span class="smcap">All About a Row</span></td>
<td class="tdrb">41</td>
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<td class="tdc" colspan="2"><SPAN href="#CHAPTER_IV"><br/>CHAPTER IV.</SPAN></td>
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<td class="tdl hang"><span class="smcap">Under Sailing Orders</span></td>
<td class="tdrb">58</td>
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<td class="tdc" colspan="2"><SPAN href="#CHAPTER_V"><br/>CHAPTER V.</SPAN></td>
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<td class="tdl hang">“<span class="smcap">The Unguessed Beginnings of Trouble</span>”</td>
<td class="tdrb">67</td>
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<td class="tdc" colspan="2"><SPAN href="#CHAPTER_VI"><br/>CHAPTER VI.</SPAN></td>
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<td class="tdl hang"><span class="smcap">A Riddle Not Easily Answered—The
“Old Province”</span></td>
<td class="tdrb">90</td>
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<td class="tdc" colspan="2"><SPAN href="#CHAPTER_VII"><br/>CHAPTER VII.</SPAN></td>
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<td class="tdl hang"><span class="smcap">Open War</span></td>
<td class="tdrb">102</td>
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<td class="tdc" colspan="2"><SPAN href="#CHAPTER_VIII"><br/>CHAPTER VIII.</SPAN></td>
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<td class="tdl hang"><span class="smcap">In Night and Mist</span></td>
<td class="tdrb">120</td>
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<td class="tdc" colspan="2"><SPAN href="#CHAPTER_IX"><br/>CHAPTER IX.</SPAN></td>
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<td class="tdl hang"><span class="smcap">Two out of Twelve</span></td>
<td class="tdrb">132</td>
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<td class="tdc" colspan="2"><SPAN href="#CHAPTER_X"><br/>CHAPTER X.</SPAN><span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_8" id="Page_8">[8]</SPAN></span></td>
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<td class="tdl hang"><span class="smcap">From an Old Scrap-book</span></td>
<td class="tdrb">143</td>
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<td class="tdc" colspan="2"><SPAN href="#CHAPTER_XI"><br/>CHAPTER XI.</SPAN></td>
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<td class="tdl hang"><span class="smcap">A Nameless Haven</span></td>
<td class="tdrb">149</td>
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<td class="tdc" colspan="2"><SPAN href="#CHAPTER_XII"><br/>CHAPTER XII.</SPAN></td>
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<td class="tdl hang"><span class="smcap">Invading the Unknown</span></td>
<td class="tdrb">163</td>
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<td class="tdc" colspan="2"><SPAN href="#CHAPTER_XIII"><br/>CHAPTER XIII.</SPAN></td>
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<td class="tdl hang"><span class="smcap">At Home in My Neighbor’s House</span></td>
<td class="tdrb">179</td>
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<td class="tdc" colspan="2"><SPAN href="#CHAPTER_XIV"><br/>CHAPTER XIV.</SPAN></td>
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<td class="tdl hang"><span class="smcap">Allies</span></td>
<td class="tdrb">201</td>
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<td class="tdc" colspan="2"><SPAN href="#CHAPTER_XV"><br/>CHAPTER XV.</SPAN></td>
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<td class="tdl hang"><span class="smcap">Storm-stayed</span></td>
<td class="tdrb">218</td>
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<td class="tdc" colspan="2"><SPAN href="#CHAPTER_XVI"><br/>CHAPTER XVI.</SPAN></td>
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<td class="tdl hang"><span class="smcap">Suspense</span></td>
<td class="tdrb">247</td>
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<td class="tdc" colspan="2"><SPAN href="#CHAPTER_XVII"><br/>CHAPTER XVII.</SPAN></td>
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<td class="tdl hang"><span class="smcap">In the Arbor</span></td>
<td class="tdrb">270</td>
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<td class="tdc" colspan="2"><SPAN href="#CHAPTER_XVIII"><br/>CHAPTER XVIII.</SPAN></td>
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<td class="tdl hang"><span class="smcap">Explanations; and Mr. Jennison sends a Request</span></td>
<td class="tdrb">293</td>
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<td class="tdc" colspan="2"><SPAN href="#CHAPTER_XIX"><br/>CHAPTER XIX.</SPAN></td>
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<td class="tdl hang"><span class="smcap">After Many Days</span></td>
<td class="tdrb">305</td>
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<td class="tdc" colspan="2"><SPAN href="#CHAPTER_XX"><br/>CHAPTER XX.</SPAN></td>
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<td class="tdl hang"><span class="smcap">Present and Future</span></td>
<td class="tdrb">317</td>
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<p><span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_9" id="Page_9">[9]</SPAN></span></p>
<p class="noi title">LEFT TO THEMSELVES:</p>
<p class="noic">BEING</p>
<p class="noi author">THE ORDEAL OF PHILIP AND GERALD.</p>
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