Daily Kennebec journal. [microfilm reel] (Augusta, Me.) 1870-1975, 1898-08-08
Maine Gossip.
An Episode.

An Episode.
The shimmering satin is raveled and rent,
The spangles are scattered, the feath-
! erS are frayed,
| The sticks have been broken, and never
| again
The blush of her beautiful cheek will 1t
| shade
| But twas new in the summer, and dam
| tily white,
marvel of beauty and costliness rare
When it hung from her arm on ribbon
of blue
As she walked by the breakers with Cap
tain Adair.
Oh, the strols in the lanes where the
| wood robins sang.
| And he tenderly spoke of her eyes ana
| her curlS;
| Oh, the meetings at morn in the shade
| of the rocks,
When the blue pillows melted in sap
phires and pearls,
| And the roses he brought her, starred
| over with dew,
CThe ghost of their sweetness is still
in the air).
But they faded and died in a night and
And so did the fancy of Captain Adair
For soldier is faithful alone TO his
sword,
And the wreck of the fan should be
With the thoughts of his kiss and the
| days that are dead,
And the ashes and dust of the withered
| bouquet
Il will not remember" she says 10 her
| self.
AS alone at the mirror she brushes her
| hair,
But her delicate lips have forgotten to
smile,
And her dreams are still haunted by
Captain Adair.
-Minna Irving in the Criterion.
The LIST Maine is recruited to thu
limit.
Only a few unfortunates stay in the
city over Sunday.
Saturday was the greatest day of the
year for Augustus poor children.
All around, this promises to be n
good year for Maine farmers.
Don't fail to take i'm one of the many
August campmeetings.
Scores of anxious hearts await. fear
fully the latest news from Chicka-
mauga's hospitals.
The new insolvency law makes a rush
of lawyers for admission to the United
States district court.
If the nominations are not all in now,
the name of the candidate will have to
be written on the ballot
The golden rod instead of the butter
| cup lights up the roadside now. The
| change has come about SO gradually
that one hardly noticed it, especially as
| the fall dandeliOn and arnica and tansy
| and a host of other flowers of the same
| shade helped keep up5the color. What
a lot of our Wild flowers are of this
| golden hue which helps to keep tho
| world bright even on a cloudy day,
| There are some queer people down in
Waldo county. according to Belfast
Age correspondent who reports that
Mr.. Frank L. Trundy of North Sears
port is very near sighted, but has a
very peculiar eye and can tell the time
on a watch in the darkest night and
read the finest print by moonlight,
While a Clark's Corner man can pre-
dict the future, and stop pain in any
part of the body by laying on hands.
| The season at Old Orchard seems to
be at it's height Already guests arc
| being turned away from some of the
hotels-so the proprietors say-and a
| prominent citizen of the place says
that Old Orchard had as many guests
as ever in its history on this date.
y Portland newspaper man who
heard a 12-year-od hoy admonish his
silver haired grandmother to shut
up the urchin receiving for reproof
from his affectonate mother only the
| astonished exclamation why darl
| ing" says he never longed to do any
thing so much in his life, as to lead
that darling gently out by the ear,
and introduce him to a newly invented.
patent applied for, padding machine,
warranted to deliver 60 we'll directed
/ blows inside of 4 second on the base Of
| his pantaloons, He further remarks
\ that it seems to him that our free ANA
easy" Americanisms, ana our squeam-
| iSh disregard Of the old aXiomS of our
| forcfatherS relative to obedience are
breeding a race of hoodlums in place
of men and women.
The Portland Express has decided
that nerves are queer things; being
brought to this conclusion by the ex-
periences of Westbrook woman who
| was so nervous during initiation into a
secret society that no one has been able
| to induce her to enter the hall since;
but who on being awakened the other
night by noise in the kitchen as of
| some one falling down stairs, sprang
from her bed and striking a light has
tened below, where a window which
had been forced open and the open eel
lar door told the story of a burglar
who had broken into the house. and
going down cellar for something to eat,
y had fallen bumpty-ty- bump down the
stairs. This so aroused her sense of
the ludicrous, that there alone in the
night she stood and laughed Then it
occurred to her that the burglar must