Bellows Falls times. [volume] (Bellows Falls, Vt.) 1856-1965, 1894-08-02
NOTES FROM OUR NOTEBOOK
Continued from last week. |

An hours ride brought us to Central
vile City junction, where we left the
cars, for another wait of twenty min
utes. The time was ample for doing the
town. There seemed to be two promi-
ton agent and the other combining
the duties of merchant, landlord, and
postmaster. These business enterprises
We're all under one roof, and it was
easily the Industrial center or the town.
A half dozen houses could be seen, that
had an air of occupancy, cabins were
scattered here and there regardless of
streets. Heapsof sawdust and remains
of sawmill plant, that had "done
moved on to three mile Branch" We're
suggestive of departed glory. An array
of freight cars, few country carts, and
small army of razor-backed swine
were local accessories. On the platform,
a company of men, white and black,
were loungingin various easy attitudes,
while score of dogs for the time peac-
ably disposed, were likewise comforta-
bly, distributed. The waiting room
was not inviting. 1t was occupied by
several women who surveyed us DELHI
erately with degree Of curiosity,
evinced by change of seats that would
permit an uninterrupted view of the
platform following our exit. Two
women were sitting in an open door
way little farther down the platform,
and, as we soon learned, were the wife
and daughter of the Merchants Hotelu
proprietor. They were inclined to be
communicative, perhaps glad of any
stimulous to conversation. ''This
seems a very quiet place." we re-
marked, addressing the older lady.
"Well, I recken hit is; 'cep'n when
the trains come in, hits pretty much
this way all the time"
Glow long have you lived here?"
Going on twenty year." was the re-
ply.
What dreary stretch of time it
must have been, in place like this we
thought.
"Do you enjoy living here?" avail,
hit gets pretty tolerable lonesome once
in while, but gets more satisfaction
out err hit than Posy does. Seems like
Posy's mighty apt to get low sperited
and contrary WISE" We did not won
der at it, as we glanced at Posy, fair
haired, blue eyed girl about sixteen
years of age. She wore faded dress
of pink muslin, finished at the throat
by bright scarlet ribbon. Alb anjo dec
GRATED with yellow bows, was lying
across her lap. One could hardly i'm
agine an animated expression in her
face, or that she could ever be contrary
wise inclined. ~ dom mind it in win
ter" said Posy, there's more trains
passin', and more people to see. Some
times right smart of men stops here.
There's only three young ladies In town
and we jes gets that aggravated, with
nOthin' to do" "Can you get books
and papers to read?" we asked sympa-
theticaIly. eyes, sometimes folks
leavs 'em here, but somehow l don't
take to readin' much" At this point
one of the women, in the waiting room,
came up and handed us paper. 1t So
hcited help for one, Peter Anderson,
who lost both arms in the "late war;
and was in suffering circumstances.
The woman was his sister, and she
made haste to tell us as we heard the
whistle of the approaching train, that
'no more than nickel or dime
would be mighty acceptable We
could not go far astray in extending
sympathy to any one obliged to live in
this place, for an indefinite time. We
gave her a coin, and were glad to see
her smile, and hastily slipping a fresh
magazine into POsy's listless hand, we
said good bye" and were soon speed
ing along on the Through Express,
leaving Centralville city to doze until
the afternoon train passed through.
Elizabeth.