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Updated: June 6, 2025
"There is an aristocracy of the public parks and even of the vagabonds who use them for their private apartments," wrote Sidney Porter in "The Shocks of Doom." Vallance of the story felt rather than knew this, but when he stepped down out of his world into chaos his feet brought him directly to Madison Square.
With quite as much pluck, but awanting in finish and style, the younger of the brothers, Mr. Alexander, was nevertheless a fine back. Lighter made and more easily tackled than Thomas, he had a way of his own in running out the ball before making the final shy, and when this was done well, as it frequently happened in a first-class match, young Vallance received a perfect ovation from the crowd.
There was another nephew, of a different branch, who had once been the prospective heir and favorite. Being without grace or hope, he had long ago disappeared in the mire. Now dragnets were out for him; he was to be rehabilitated and restored. And so Vallance fell grandly as Lucifer to the lowest pit, joining the tattered ghosts in the little park.
John Vallance, also born in Scotland, died in Philadelphia in 1823, was one of the founders of the Association of Artists in America, and Treasurer of the Society of Artists in Philadelphia in 1810. Among his best works are Cole's series "The Voyage of Life," and Bierstadt's "Rocky Mountains." Dr. John Geikie Wellstood, born in Edinburgh in 1813, was another eminent engraver.
She asked a great many more questions, but Mrs Vallance seemed determined to answer nothing but "yes" and "no." It was very disappointing to know so much and yet so little, and it seemed impossible to wait patiently till she was older to hear more. At last Mrs Vallance forbade the subject: "I don't want you to talk of this any more now, Mary," she said.
Mary took courage and drew herself haughtily upright. "You're not my people," she said boldly. "I live at the vicarage, with Mr and Mrs Vallance. I must go back to the others it's getting late." "Not so fast, my little queen," said the woman, still holding her hand and gazing at the palm. "What's this 'ere little token I ketch sight on? Why, it's a little shoe!
Vallance, thought a lot of him, and the two men under him went in fear. So also did the poachers, for he was terrible skilled in their habits, and only his bringing up and a patient father and mother had turned the balance and made him the protector of game instead of a robber himself.
She took it quite quietly. What could be the matter with Mary? "I shouldn't be a bit surprised," was Rice's remark, "if Miss Mary's sickening for something." The days flew past. Saturday now, and Mary came down to breakfast in a state of dull despair. "Mary, dear," said Mrs Vallance, smiling as she entered the room, "I have just made a plan for you that you will like.
"Not more so than the rest of the passengers," said Mr Vallance, "who, one and all, agree with me that they have no confidence in you as captain; and that, moreover, they consider that by your conduct you have virtually resigned the command of the ship into Mr Robinson's hands." "Are you aware, Mr Passenger, that Mister Robinson is one of the apprentices?"
"We must take warning by this, Mary," said Mrs Vallance, "and be careful about our fowl-house; it would not do to lose my cochin-chinas or your pretty white bantams in the same way." "I don't suppose there's much fear of their attempting a second robbery in the same place," said Mr Vallance. "They're probably far enough away by this time; still, I'm sorry we've no dog now. Poor old Brutus!
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