The Republican journal. [volume] (Belfast, Me.) 1829-current, 1901-07-04

A recent extension of the street rail-
way has been made, and we rode until
we were almost under the shadow OF
the grim, gray stone walls of the States
Prison. We decided, however, partly
out OF consideration for the feelings of
our lady bank-robber, but mostly on ac-
count of lack of time, to return to
Camden with the car. Some excite
ment was created ON the otherwise un-
eventful return trip by runaway
horse, but calm was quickly restored
with its capture, and the car preceded
on its way to Camden, where we once
more alighted at the Bay View. There
the party divided, some making tour
of the shops, and others occupying
seats on the spacious veranda of the
Bay View. Two of the ladies paid
visit to George Mixers candy store,
where Mrs. Mixer, formerly Miss
Coombs of Belfast, received them very
pleasantly. Mr.. Mixers store is fine
one, roomy and well stocked with tempt
ing candies.
Everybody met at the hotel at half
past five, and after resting, and catch
ing tantalizing glimpses of trim black
sloop yacht beating about in the blue
waters of the bay,w started for home
by the shore road about six o'clock.
On the outskirts of the village we pas
sed single buggy, the occupants of
which we recognized at Mr.. and Mrs. J.
H. Ogier, friends of the Maine Press
Association, and upon whom we had
intended calling had time permitted.
On the return it was the same merry
party that had left Belfast early that
morning, with the exception of one
Larry for Larry had been mum
bered among the missing" since two
O'Clock, when he had been seen at the
hotel. Doubtless the memory OF GER
tain tempting chickens passed in the
morning fingered in his mind, and he
had retraced his steps by the back road,
not caring to accompany the blackboard
home around the shore. The drive
home in the dusk, and later in the
moonlight, was ideal, and as the heat
had departed with the sun nothing was
left to be desired ''Norombega. the
beautiful Stearns estate, and many
other pretty and picturesque cot
tages were passed in rapid succession,
and finally Sycamore Farm, famous for
the purity and quality of its milk,
cream and butter, was left behind and
thoughts of supper began to suggest
themselves to the now somewhat weary
wayfarers. After partaking of gem
erous, if somewhat jolly supper, we
stopped at farmhouse, where kind
woman furnished us with some deli
|,c iously clear and cool water, for which
we were very grateful. The drive home
was continued, and the time passed all
too quickly, whiled away by an improm-
tn concert. Everything, from Crock of
Ages" to cold Grimes is Dead" was
sung, and each was equally enjoyed.
At 'Duck Trap hill the blackboard
was SOOI tlupUlSU dIlu llle passengers
walked to the top of the opposite hill,
glad of chance to change their posi-
| tons. Between Duck Trap and Satur-
day Cove the lights of the steamer "City
| of ROckland" came into view, and were
watched with interest until they dis
appeared. At Saturday Cove the shore
road was left, and the back road through
the woods was taken. The beauty of
the scenes through which we passed
was Undesirable. The moon shone
through slight haze upon the tall frs
and graceful birches, whose shadows
waved with the light breeze, and the
twinkling lights of the solitary houses,
and the tiower-laden meadows all had
i their share of admiration.
AS we neared Belfast's neatly kept
streets, stores and attractive residences
the unanimous opinion of the party
was that Belfast people had no reason
to envy their neighbors, and that Rock
land and Camden would be greatly ben
Gifted by an improvement Society SINH
lar to our own. As we neared the ever
familiar Browns Corner, and met the
cool sea air, the need for wraps was
felt. The drive home then seemed all
too short, and the goodbyes were said
amid resolutions to have reunion of
this, one of the most delightful days of
the year, if not of many years. d.
| The decision of Iudua Waterman IF