St. Johnsbury Caledonian. [volume] (St. Johnsbury, Vt.) 1867-1919, 1895-08-30

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tavorlte, always out of tune and
and braced by smokers; then a final
breakdown into peals of laughter
that we all must join for the very
jolIity of him.
Mornings we strolled about the
town. 1t seemed stagnating under
mining troubles and business depres-
sion. The post-office is brown
wooden building with verandah in
front and in front OF that double row
OF eucalyptuses through which the
walk passes like collonade. On the
post-office doors are posted warning
bills showing the marks left by poi
sonous snake bite. Rows of empty
cab-drivers doing stood in the hot,
hot streets.
There are few beautiful residences.
Rather wealth and social position
show by proportionate amounts Of
gilt and elaboration on the iron yer
andah trimming Of the low yellowish
housesA
There was one beautiful place
made by man who had lived hap
PLY and died sadly. But | will tell
Of that later. This like it's few neigh
bors, was fenced by tall boards. aud
weeds grew along walk scarcely
preferable to the road. Beyond such
a fence at home we should expect a
poor shaEty rather than smooth
turf. paved tennis courts and beauti-
full gardens and trees about a lovely
eastern house, suggesting in every
detail luxurious living This place
swayed my interest before knew
any reason that it should.
Mr.. Crayleigh has asked us for
Monday evening, said the captain, as
we came aboard after one mornings
walk. You must have met him as
you came down"
We had met a rosy gentleman with
gray side whiSkers, waddling up the
wharf, who evidently knew who we
were, for he left off hopping his face
where mist gathered as on a glass
OF iced claret-with the tails Of his
hat scarf, and placed the hat to be
lifted grandly as we passed, but if he
was Crayleigh-we rushed on deck
for another look.
Captain rarely came aboard these
days without some tale of Cray
leigh's sayings aud doing,-often so
overcome at some inimitable recol-
lection that he could not make the
point. We used to hear him chuck
ling by himself in bed nights, when
all inquiry always brought
"Oh, something that Crayleigh
said today"
Mr.. Crayleigh was still ascending
the hill with frequent pauses to look
in all directions. Seeing us he again
raised his hat, then sighting cab,
was bounced away.
Among callers that afternoon were
two beautiful girls, Muriel and Dor
is Carew, whose family claimed ac-
uuaintance with friends of ours.
Both were dressed in mourning and
both showed refinement, with great
charm in manner. They invited us
for the next evening, and by their
description l recognized their home
For two hours he talked to the
captain, replying to feminine ad-
vances in hushed monosyllables,
"Yis?" mo, nevah," and tittering
delightedly.
Then with handclasps all around
he went, to return next evening, ar
raved in white trousers and blue
jacket, bringing his chum to share
his discovery. This chum was
"Babs," your true colonial, happy,
hearty, and unaffectedly glad to be
be in the fun. One of the kind that
cause your hand to ache with a
pleasant pain for five minutes after
greeting, and who make you feel
what pleasant thing it is merely to
be living.
"Babs" was at home Immediately,
openly admiring, and questioning
and giving his big laugh.
Paul Stowe was blase regarding
anything in the cabin novel to
"Babs," and incidentally gave i'm
preston of almost a lifetime friend
ship with its inmates.
DO you sing, Mr.. Slower" l
CHANGED to ask.
"Me? That's what | 60 in for"
And an alert look into the dark
forward cabin disclosed an armtul