[Illustration] YOUTH VOLUME 1 NUMBER 5 1902 JULY An ILLUSTRATED MONTHLY JOURNAL for BOYS & GIRLS The Penn Publishing Company Philadelphia CONTENTS FOR JULY FRONTISPIECE (Independence Hall) PAGE THE DOUBLE PERIL George H. Coomer 157 LITTLE POLLY PRENTISS (Serial) Elizabeth Lincoln Gould 161 THE FENCE MAN Mrs. F. M. Howard 166 WITH WASHINGTON AT VALLEY FORGE (Serial) W. Bert Foster 170 Illustrated by F. A. Carter MIDSUMMER DAYS Julia McNair Wright 179 Illustrated by Nina G. Barlow A DAUGHTER OF THE FOREST (Serial) Evelyn Raymond 181 FOURTH OF JULY W. F. Fox 187 WOOD-FOLK TALK J. Allison Atwood 188 WITH THE EDITOR 190 EVENT AND COMMENT 191 OUT OF DOORS 192 IN-DOORS (Parlor Magic, Paper V) Ellis Stanyon 193 THE OLD TRUNK (Puzzles) 195 WITH THE PUBLISHER 196 * * * * * YOUTH _An Illustrated Monthly Journal for Boys and Girls_ SINGLE COPIES 10 CENTS ANNUAL SUBSCRIPTION $1.00 Sent postpaid to any address Subscriptions can begin at any time and must be paid in advance Remittances may be made in the way most convenient to the sender, and should be sent to The Penn Publishing Company 923 Arch Street, Philadelphia, Pa. Copyright 1902 by The Penn Publishing Company. [Illustration: INDEPENDENCE HALL] YOUTH VOL. I JULY 1902 No. 5 THE DOUBLE PERIL By George H. Coomer “Nonsense,” said Uncle Hayward; “how people do like to be scared! If a real Bengal tiger had made his escape anywhere within twenty miles of here, the whole country would have been up in arms before this time. I’ve no faith in the story.” “Well, they are not quite sure of it,” replied the neighbor who had given the information, “but they think so. The steamer was sunk and some of the animals were drowned, but it is believed that the big tiger escaped in the darkness and got ashore.” “What sort of a show was it?” inquired uncle; “a large menagerie?” “No, I believe not,” was the answer; “only a few animals that some company had hired for the season--a tiger, a jaguar, a pair of leopards, and a few monkeys--that’s what they tell me. The steamer had a heavy cargo, and went down very suddenly.” “And they think the tiger made for the woods, eh?” said uncle. “When did it happen, do you say?” “Night before last--about five miles down the river. ’Twas a small steamer going up to Macon. There was no one lost, I hear.”