THE VAUGHANS: A CALIFORNIA IDYL. 
By Sarah Fenton Sanborn. 
CHAPTER XI. 
HK Vaughans traveled leisurely and sensibly. 
The susceptible boy drank rich draughts of 
storied lore as they sailed over the lakes of 
Killarney, explored the land of Burns and 
Scott, lingering for long in the literary shrines 
of Edinburgh. They watched the midnight sun in the far 
north and were charmed with the Scandinavian traditions 
as well as the customs and gracious politeness of the people. 
Mr. Vaughan resolved to make further study of the Ice- 
landic mythology. He had long believed the ancient Gae- 
lic saying that Scandinavia was the mother of the nations, 
and that it had given more to us than even the Saxons and 
Anglos. Among the English lakes, Rydal Mount, Kes- 
wick and Grasmere were as household words. And at Ox- 
ford where hoary antiquity makes learning venerable, how 
quickly flew the hours searching the treasures of the Bodle- 
ian library and visiting the classic Tails. 
A row on the Thames was Victor’s especial joy and 
reward enough for a well-earned lesson. Here he began to 
sketch under his tutor’s skillful guidance. 
Mr. Adams thought that drawing should be taught, like 
music, in all schools. “But nowadays,” he sighed, “the 
camera catches a view in a flash and seems to mock at our 
painstaking pencillings. ’ ’ 
“Yet,” said Madame Vaughan, “ the intrinsic value of a 
sketch by the hand of a friend, is that of the hand-wrought 
lace of Brussels to the products of the looms of Birming- 
ham.” 
With what zest did our travelers enjoy the Rhine. To 
Mr. Adams it was the realization of a long-cherished dream. 
