Wheeling Sunday register. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1882-1934, 1895-10-13


patton, that found myself in the little
town Of Round Corners, Me-, on a June
day in 1898.
This was the beginning of a fort
nights vacation, which l expected to
spend here among the pines. where the
country sights and sounds, and more
particularly, the trout fishing. Of
which. though a woman, am very
fond, would give me a stock Of pleasant
meories TO brighten the workday year
of a newspaper woman in Boston town.
The Round Corners was not the
country town of song and story 1 be-
came satisfied in the first moment Of
my arrival, for instead Of the crowd Of
loungers who are always supposed to
hang around the depot, and cape at the
arrival, not soul was there except the
station agent, and even he paid me
scsnt attention.
The place was so charmingly pretty
that : expected to find it overrun with
summer bOarders and to see the sign
'Boarders Wanted" upon every second
house. Here again l was disappoint-
ed; no such evidence of Yankee thrift
was to be seen.
But a collection of other signs pres
emily attracted me, artistically dis
posed, as they we're, about a single
door. On one Of these was printed the
word Bank" on another post Office"
and on a third "stofe," this last being
q comprehensive or sig" head. to use
a newspaper idiom, With many sub
| heads following in its train.
Stepping inside the door. I asked a
man who came to meet me if there
were any letters for George Lane.
And while the entire mail bag sas be-
ing sorted for my benefit had tine to
look around and to listen, as journal
lists prerogative is.
IT'S what l call a durn shame" e&.
claimed one Of the group of men who
were talking earnestly together.
There's that no account JEFF 7 he's al
ways held himself bound to look after
an help I wouldn't be afraid to bet t
/ Jeff's had morn half the dollars Lewis
/ earned ever sense their father died,
| twenty-five years ago, an see all the
good it's done"
There was no letter, so I turned to
/ admire the calicoes on the counter,
while another man said:
Il hain't rightly got holt of the thing.
Did Levi so into this silver mine bust
ness with JEFF, or did Jeff borry the
money of him, or how was it?"
l asked the storekeeper to measure
off ten yards of the glaring print and
he replied. while doing so:
mo, jeff borried it I'm the bank in
Greendale, and Levi Endorsed the note
he give For a thousand dollars, it
was. OF course the money was sunk in
short order, whether in a silver mine
or not, don't persume to say. Any
| how it's gone. an Jeff's gone. Times
/ up. bank foreclcses, and Lewis got to
face the music"
And when does the vandoo come
Off"
DAY aft tomorrow. believe We
kin hear him cryin' it now. Hark!
Yes, sir: that's what it Is"
Il swan TO man. if that amt what
call toughr' exclaimed a great, lubberly
| fellow; "the town crier cryin' the sale
of his own prop'ty, put up at foreclos-
ure sale"
Here was material for an interesting
article, l thought, and so sought for
| more information. What was the
property to be sold-was it valuable
was it all the man had?
well, MAN." replied the storekeep-
er, there's an old house and what's in
it. and there's a couple O. COWS and a
bit o. land. That's all he's got, and by
| the time they's a thousand dollars
worth sold out Of it, il they's enough
left to buy Levi an his wife sack o.
| meal an a gallon O. molasses. I'll miss
my guess"
Itoccurred tome that there might pos
sibly be something of value among the
old furniture offered for sale, so. after
inQuiring my way, and being told that
l could not mistake it, It being the last
| house on the street, I set out for the
DAYTON homestead. l should have
liked to leave my purchase behind-to
forget" it-but this the conscientious
dealer would not permit, so was forced
to take it along.
The homestead was much as | had
expected to find it-a big squat build
ing with roof almost touching the
ground at the back, little bits of win
| dows upstairs in the gables and CHM
news fully three feet square.
Sitting on the doorstep. pan OF
Green currants in her lap, was de-
| iphtful Yankee matron Of sixty, per-
hans round and ruddy of cheek, her
serene ewes as blue as those OF six
! teen-vear-old girl her neat print dress
/ as stiff as starch could make 1t ana the
y,,bites+ of white kerchiefs crossed upon
! her bosom. .,
Standing in the shade Of the maple,
stared at her without being seen, anu
/ decided that 1t would be nothing less
than an impertinence 70 ask sucn q
! Iadvlike old person to show me her
household goods But that was what
had come for. and they were going TO be
! sold anyway. While she stood heSi-
| tating She happened to look up and our
| e,es met. Another idea came TO me
tbaf moment. and. introducing myself,
7 asked her if she would board me for
a week or two.
Board you for week or two! she
~e,ooted "Why, my dear child, |
amt I don't know where | shall find
hoard and lodging for myself before the
week Is over"
There was - AuuOA uAOOLAO4 i' "
ber answer. even though 1t was re-
fnsaI. that I waXed holder.
But am stranger; came from Bos-
ton thinking boarding houses were
plentiful here, and have no place TO
on. Can't YOU keep me, please, until
I find another place? It's so warm and
I'm tired out"
She looked at me keenly for a mo-
ment. and her scrutiny was evidently
satisfactory. The result was that we
soon came TO terms, Mrs. Dayton prom