[Note: The Table of Contents was added by the transcriber. Footnotes will be found at the end of the text.] LIPPINCOTT'S MAGAZINE. AUGUST, 1885. TABLE OF CONTENTS. ON THIS SIDE. by F.C. BAYLOR. VIII. OUR VILLE. by MARGARET BERTHA WRIGHT. THE PRIMITIVE COUPLE. by M.H. CATHERWOOD. I. PARADISE. II. FORBIDDEN FRUIT. III. THE FLAMING SWORD. PROBATION. by FLORENCE EARLE COATES. THE PIONEERS OF THE SOUTHWEST. by EDMUND KIRKE. TWO PAPERS. II. A PLEASANT SPIRIT. by MARGARET VANDEGRIFT. FISHING IN ELK RIVER. by TOBE HODGE. ON A NOBLE CHARACTER MARRED BY LITTLENESS. by CHARLOTTE FISKE BATES. THE SCOTTISH CROFTERS. by DAVID BENNETT KING. MY FRIEND GEORGE RANDALL. by FRANK PARKE. THE WOOD-THRUSH AT SUNSET. by MARY C. PECKHAM. A FOREST BEAUTY. by MAURICE THOMPSON. OUR MONTHLY GOSSIP. Daniel Webster's "Moods." by F.C.M. Feuds and Lynch-Law in the Southwest. by J.A.M. The Etymology of "Babe." by S.E.T. LITERATURE OF THE DAY. Recent Fiction. FOOTNOTES. * * * * * LIPPINCOTT'S MAGAZINE. _AUGUST, 1885_. * * * * * ON THIS SIDE. VIII. Not the least delightful of Sir Robert's qualities was his capacity for enjoying most things that came in his way, and finding some interest in all. When Mr. Ketchum joined him in the library, where he was jotting down "the _sobriquets_ of the American States and cities," and told him of the Niagara plan, his ruddy visage beamed with pleasure. "A delightful idea. Capital," he said. "I suppose I can read up a bit about it before we start, and not go there with my eyes shut. Ni-a-ga-rah,--monstrously soft and pretty name. Isn't there something on your shelves that would give me the information I want? But we can come to that presently. Just now I want to find out, if I can, how these nicknames came to be given. They must have originated in some great popular movement, eh? I thought I saw my way, as, for example, the 'Empire State' and the 'Crescent City' and some others, but this 'Sucker State,' now, and 'Buckeye' business,--what may that mean in plain English?" Mr. Ketchum shed what light he could on these interesting questions, and Sir Robert thoughtfully ran his hands through his side-whiskers, while, with an apologetic "One moment, I beg," or "Very odd, very; that must go down verbatim," he entered the gist of Mr. Ketchum's queer remarks in his note-book.