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St. Johnsbury Caledonian. [volume] (St. Johnsbury, Vt.) 1867-1919, 1903-12-23

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Flint Bro. s Drug Store.
St. Johnsbury Caledonian. [volume] (St. Johnsbury, Vt.) 1867-1919, 1903-12-23
KIRBY.

Capt. George o. Ford went to Mont.
pelier Monday to attend the funeral of
Gen. Stephen Thomas. Capt. Ford
served in the Eighth Vermont regiment,
of which Gen. Thomas was colonel.
St. Johnsbury Caledonian. [volume] (St. Johnsbury, Vt.) 1867-1919, 1903-12-23
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St. Johnsbury Caledonian. [volume] (St. Johnsbury, Vt.) 1867-1919, 1903-12-23

Cranberry culture is the greatest gam,
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grower 20 per cent on his investment.
But the very next season he may lose bis
entire crop.
Leather waste is no longer wasted
Manufacturers use it in a compressed
form, instead OF iron, to make cogwheels
St. Johnsbury Caledonian. [volume] (St. Johnsbury, Vt.) 1867-1919, 1903-12-23

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St. Johnsbury Caledonian. [volume] (St. Johnsbury, Vt.) 1867-1919, 1903-12-23

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St. Johnsbury Caledonian. [volume] (St. Johnsbury, Vt.) 1867-1919, 1903-12-23

A good many men would be poorer
today if their ancestors had left them
more.
St. Johnsbury Caledonian. [volume] (St. Johnsbury, Vt.) 1867-1919, 1903-12-23

Jones, negative. The decision was in
favor of the affirmative.
Irving Clough is at home for the holt
DAYS.
St. Johnsbury Caledonian. [volume] (St. Johnsbury, Vt.) 1867-1919, 1903-12-23
Get the Most
Out of Your Food

You don't and can't if your stomach
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gest all that is ordinarily taken into i
1t gets tired easily, and what it fails :"
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Among the signs of weak stomach
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II have taken Hoods Sarsaparillo ..
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invaluable" E. B. HICKMAN, w Chester p Do
Hoods Jdrsdpariila
and Pills
Strengthen and tone the stomach and
the whole digestive system. A
The Savannah morning news., 1903-04-12

"It would take Irishman to turn gerald a Rior
that trick" combination to brea
The Savannah morning news., 1903-04-12

covered table at his debonnair VISA
Wis. He learned to eat with his fork
and was happy.
Another change visible to the naked
unblushing curiosity of the camp was
Riordan's gradual withdrawal from
the race for Jennie Morris affections.
1t was Riordan who ordered out the
engine for the trips to Miggsyille and
Boone, but it was not Riordan who
rode by her side in the cab. 1t was
Fitzgerald. The older man would
have it so. This was far from pleas
ing to Jack White. The NJ. NJ with
his stolid decency was bad enough,
but this young rake from Ireland was
more than White could stand.
At last he went to Riordan, and
ment. Riordan had staked his life on
FitZgeralds honor. And that was all
there was to it.
AS for pretty Miss Jennie, neither
her brother, Riordan nor Fitzgerald
knew how she felt or whether she
cared.
So came the first breath of spring,
and with it a new significance to the
intimacy between Jennie and Fitzger?
aid. The camp watched curiously.
The girl seemed quiet and depressed.
Fitzgerald was by fits sullen and rest
less. Riordan, with a troubled look
in his eyes that the whole camp
might read, fretted over them both.
Fitzgerald had kept his work like a
man. He had let cards and whisky
The Savannah morning news., 1903-04-12

DO not touch it," he warned, you
will promise me-
Fred looked at him mystified
"Oh, I'll promise" he said.
But it was promise that it was not
easy to keep
No matter what he did, his thoughts
went always to the egg. Why wouldn't
the Dark Gentleman let him touch it..
He felt like Fatima with the key to
Blue Boards chamber. What would
happen if he disobeyed?"
But he managed to keep his promise,
and the egg lay there many days.
Then a strange thing happened. An
other Dark Gentleman came to the viii
lage.
"And they are as alike as two peas"
said Mrs. Butts, when Fred carried up
the eggs. You can take up their cof-
fee, and see''
Fred went upstairs with the tray in
one hand; he opened the door with the
other.
His own Dark Gentleman sat in an
armchair looking sick and tired, and
oppositesto him sat his Double.
Fred could not understand what they
were saying, for they talked in a
strange tongue, but the expression on
the Doubles face made him SILVER in
his Shoes
After this, everywhere the Dark Gen
tleman went his Double went Also
though one could see that there was
no love lost between them, and they
never came to the chicken yard or to
the little house
But Fred had little time to think of
the Dark Gentleman's desertion. He
had troubles of his own. The interest
on the mortgage was due, and not half
of the money was ready. He had hoped
to make enough on his eggs, but prices
were low. and so it was a very de-
pressed boy who went to bed one rainy
evening.
The Savannah morning news., 1903-04-12

perateiy, but found nothing bit the
creamy eggs of the little black hens.
He went dejectedly into the house
where the Little Grandmother was
serving a breakfast of steaming hot
potatoes and milk gravy.
BY the way" she said, "you forgot
to let the hens out, so I did it.
found fine darning egg out there
put china one in it's place. Where
did you get such a nice wooden egg9
, 1t Just fits the toes of your socks.S
"What?"
Fred jumped out of his chair.
"Bless the boy" said the IittIe
| Grandmother, has he gone crazy?'
Where is it, grandmother, where is
it?'' and Fred dived into the capacious
basket heaped with mending.
And sure enough at the bottom was
the nest egg.
How they got it open would make
a long story. They hunted in vain for
spring and pulled and screwed with
out effect.
Fetch me the scissors" said Grand
mother at last.
Then she scraped the paint off, and
they found that the egg was box
that screwed in the middle.
They opened it, and found a smaller
egg of ivory with a golden clasp. Fred
touched the spring, and the case
q.
Within, like the yolk in an ordinary
egg, lay the round ball of precious
metal, and glowing in it's very center
was jewel that caught the light of
the fire and seemed to illuminate the
room.
"Oh Grandmother, Little Grand
mother!" shouted Fred. I'VE are
RICH"
But the Little Grandmother could
not take it in.
Il shall get two new tubs and a
washboard," she announced compla-
Gently.
You won't need them, Little
Grandmother.
And we can have ice cream every
day"
And a cow" asked Grandmother
tremulous with pleasure
Everything we want" cried Fred
ecstatically. There never was an
other such Easter Egg"
And, indeed, there never was.
The Savannah morning news., 1903-04-12

a switch engine, and bundling his
lady-love safely into the cab, steam
away with her to the scene of the fes-
tivities.
OF course, it was argued, these at
tentions might impress dainty Miss
Morris very little. She was from In
dianapolis where shows We're plentiful
and dances nightly. If she freely ac-
cepted Riordan's awkward attempts
to brighten her winter with her peeV-
ish sister, that was no sign that she
had any intention of joining the list
of those who lived on Married Row."
As for Jack White, he was sincere
in saying that he did not encourage
the love-dream of the M. NJ His sis
ter-in-law was a marked improvement
on his wife. If keeping this house
hold treasure was merely a matter of
discouraging suitors, desirable or 9TH
erwise, he was quite ready to work
overtime in this direction.
Therefore it was Jack White who
encouraged Riordan's dog-like deVo-
ton to the youngest son of the house
of Fitzgerald. Not that Riordan need
ed encouragement, however. Under his
rough exterior was a heart which sim
ply Spouted sentiment instead OF COM
mon blood Corpuscles. He had missed
his mother, comfortably established
in one of New Yorks west-side tene-
ments, his sister who chung tena-
ciously to the kitchen of her first en-
ployer even when her bank account
limited at retirement, and his brother
who patrolled a certain most disrepu-
table section of the mighty metropo-
lis. With the coming of dainty Jennie
Morris, the separation from his own
kind had grown less poignant. With
the coming of Fitzgerald his content
ment was we'll nigh perfect
At first he watched the young fell
low with anxious eyes, and kept a
sharp lookout for anything which re-
sembled a flask. But his anxiety was
groundless. For the first time in years
Fitzgerald felt stirring within him a
stronge sense of honor. The NJ. NJ.
whose mother had been a peasant girl
on his fathers estate. had asked moth
ing in return for q wealth of devotion
and faith. save that he make good"
with the company. And make good
he would.
So while the giant steam shovel
creaked and belched forth clouds of
steam, the young chap fed his hun
gry nav. His arms ached but his
eyes laughed. And most of all they
laughed when Riordan made his daily
rounds and tried in vain to keep
certain air of Difference out of his con-
versation with the fireman, who, over
all, sweater and all, was still a Fitz-
gerald of Glenragen house, County
MaYo.
Riordan had a cabin built hastily in
Married Row" and set up house
keeping for himself and Fitzgerald.
with wide-eyed and even tempered
darkey as valet and cook. Each meal
Eiordan beamed across the oilcloth
The Savannah morning news., 1903-04-12

alone. Riordan gloated over this like
a mother over newly developed stur
diness in her first-born, yet he fell
that something was lacking. With the
reformation had not come content
ment. There were nights when Fitz.
gerald would disappear, not in the di-
rection of Jack Whites cabin. AnC
when he came back, clear-eyed and
quiet, Riordan secretly fumed, YET
dared not speak.
Then came the night when Riordar
watched, white-lpped, far into the
cool, white shadows of morning, and
Fitzgerald returned to throw himself
heavily. silently, upon his cot. Rior-
dan could stand it no longer. He sal
down on the edge of the bed.
I'm thinkin', Arthur, we'd best be
goin' down the line next week and see
the superintendent. There'll be open
ings better than this durin' the spring
and it's time you went up higher. A
construction camps no place for a
gentleman"
Fitzgerald sat up suddenly.
That's it, old chap. I've worn the
place out. Do you think the old man
will give me something further down
the line-nearer to civilization? I've
got to get out of this, don't you seer
Riordan looked at the young fellow,
sitting with his hands tightly clasped
between his knees. his eyes fixed
moodily on the rough planks of the
flooring. Like a white flame, the truth
seemed to leap before his eyes. If il
was just himself who stood in the way
IF it was love that Fitzgerald needed
to guide him to peace in the straight
and narrow path, why should he, Dem
mis- Riordan, stand in the way?
AT last he rose, and as the first rosy
beams of daylight pierced their single
window, stood at his full height be-
fore the younger man.
Arthur, there's somethin' between
me and you'll can feel it. It's about
Jennie Morris There was nothin'
passed between us, Arthur, nothin'.
No promises. She never showed me
by word or look that she cared for
me. If you love her. Arthur, there
amt thing standin in your way.
Don't you let no foolish idea of graf
itude to me spoil things. My foolish
dream about Jennie's been dead these
six months, my boy. She's for a gen
tleman-the likes of you, not for me"
Fitzgerald listened to the words like
one in a dream, and when Riordan
hnlshed, sprang up with an oath.
Stop that d-m nonsense. To
HI with the girl"
What was coming next Riordan did
not wait to hear. He drew himself
up until the room seemed to shrink
and dwindle. His stern, set face was
close TO Fitzgerald's. But he was not
looking into the latter's moody ewes.
nor did he see the haggard lines in
the face he had learned to love. He
saw only. as In a vision, the tired
grieved expression on Jennie's face.
You'll marry her Arthur, by Cod:
The Savannah morning news., 1903-04-12
THE EASTER EGG
WITT THE GOLDEN HEART
By TEMPLE BAILEY.

Every one in the village called him
the Dark Gentleman.
To be sure one letter came to him
through the little postofice, which
bore this strange inscription:
Rammohun Chunder Sen.
But of course the people of the God
fearing little town refused to call
him by such mixture of heathenish
sounds.
Every morning when the Dark
Gentleman passed where Fred was at
work, he would say:
Good morning." and then he
would walk on, with his eyes bent on
the ground.
And Fred would leave his chickens
and run out into the road and watch
the picturesque figure until it turned
in at the village inn.
For Fred was devoured with Curl
osity. What was the Dark Gentleman
doing in the town?
Usually, however, Fred was too
busy to think of these things. He was
the only wage Garner of the family of
two. Little Grandmother kept the
house for him, and he earned enough
with his eggs and chickens to pro
vide food, and to pay the interest On
the mortgage. But it was hard work.
and if Fred had not been a very mer-
ry little lad, he would have had a
dreary time of it.
One spring day Mrs. Butts, who
kept the inn, called to Fred as he
was going to the postoffice:
Are you getting many eggs, Fred p"
Not many" said Fred.
Il know that folks are saving their
eggs for Easter" said Mrs. Butts,
but l am that put to it to get fresh
The Savannah morning news., 1903-04-12

mis- Riordan, master mechanic of the
Williamantic Short? Cut, closed the
door and sat down on the edge of the
bunk
What county?" he asked eagerly.
The young fellow blinked up into the
face, grown suddenly kind and replied.
County Mayo"
Forgot your nance"
A bitter smile curved the new-com-
er's lips.
Wish / could. 1t was Fitzgerald
Arthur Hugh Fitzgerald, in the old
days"
Riordan almost dropped his pipe
Fitzgerald of Glenragen House? My
old mother. her mother before her was
a girl on that estate. Thought your
grandmother was the finest lady that
ever wore silk"
Young Fitzgerald glanced with a
quizzical smile from the decently cloth
ed, square-shouldered master mechanic
to his own gaunt, differentiation fig
ure.
Families must have sort of chang
ed places, eh?"
Riordan did not smile in reply. His
faced turned stern. The honor of the
highest name in his boyhood's mem
ory was in danger.
Whats a Fitzgerald of Glenragen
dom on the road? What's back of it
Fitzgerald shrugged his shoulders.
We'll, if you must know, a girl, a
horse that didn't live up to his pedi-
gree-and-"
Riordan knocked the ashes from his
pipe with a rough gesture
Il know the rest-whisky. Where are
you bound for?"
mo place in particular. AS the train
came around the bend, the camp lights
looked sort Of good to a hungry man
IN an empty freight car. So l stopped
Off"
The young chap chuckled as if re-
calling the objurgations of the delayed
train crew.
Want to stay?"
ANY particular attractions?" was
the easy response.
"Fifty-five a month to fire a steam
shovel, till you brace up. Then Wen
see what's next. There's always
something open in railroading for a
gentleman
There was an obvious note of pride
in Riordan's voice. A queer choking
sensation come into the wanderers
throat. He had been kicked off n
freight ear only the day before. He
sat up straight and grasped Riordans
hand.
Il say. old chap. you're awfully
good. I'll stay, by Jove, and see that
you don't regret it, either"
Riordan looked at his new employe
with eyes that were suddenly dim.
Come off, lad. It's you that's need
ed by Dennis Riordan. I've had a lone
some enough time here with the
oloomin' lot Of foreigners and mig
Ifars' Shoulder to shoulder. a Fitz-
The Savannah morning news., 1903-04-12

ones. And it's fresh or nothing with
the Dark Gentleman"
DO you want them for him?" ask
ed Fred, eagerly.
Yes" said Mrs. Butts. "Over
where he came from they don't eat
meat and the way 1 have to cook
rice is enough to turn me into a pud-
ding. Though, to be sure, he don't
care for sweet things and wants it
plain with butter"
There are my two little black
hens" said Fred, thoughtfully. You
can have their eggs"
Evidently Mrs. Butts told the Dark
Gentleman where the eggs were pro-
cured, for every day after that the
strange little man came for his eggs.
Once as he started away with his
two warm little eggs, he looked back.
Come and see me, Freed, yes
he said. II am alone, oh, very much
alone"
But Fred was not to be outdone in
hospitality.
Come in and have dinner with u.s."
he said.
So the little Dark Gentleman, after
a moments hesitation. accepted.
They went into a bare little room to
a plain meal-just pancakes and maple
syrup. But the pancakes were delicate
brown, ana the syrup shining as gold,
and the Dark Gentleman was so glad
to eat without the smell of boiled ham
and fried beefsteak-which he abhor-
red-that he enjoyed himself i'm
menselY.
You are kind-yes,'' he said to the
Little Grandmother, as he touched
her old, wrinkled hand, and then he
bent and kissed it, actually kissed it.
and when he had gone the Little
Grandmother sat down GREATNESS, for
such a thing had never happened to
her in her whole life.
After that he came often, and the
Little Grandmother made him little
salads, and treated him to her simple
fare with the grace of a queen.
On one of his visits to the chicken
yard he'was unusually silent. Fred
chatted to him for while, and then
grew quiet, as he saw that the Dark
Gentleman was not listening.
All at once the Dark Gentleman
raised troubled eyes to the boys.
See" he said, Il have nest egg for
you
He took from his pocket a wooden
egg painted white.
Fred reached out his hand to take
it, but the Dark Gentleman drew
back.
NO" he said, Il wish to place II
myself in the nest of a little black
hen"
He opened the hen house door. and
removing the nest egg from one of
the nests, he put his own in its place
Then he turned to Fred.
The Savannah morning news., 1903-04-12
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clean EN-" said Simon gloomiIy
Gloomily is when you think of all the
work that 1t is not only possible but
almost necessary to do in this world.
YES" admitted the child reluc-
family But" she said quickly, bright
ening up at the thought, they are
great when you get mad and want
to stamp on the floor
1T must be funny to see a game of
football in the land of Giggleogra-
ply" remarked Simon ref1ectively
Refectively is when you have even
dim suspicion that you are thinking
1T is very amusing, but it keeps the
boy population down a good DEAL"
said the child. You see when a boy
is kicked and trodden on by sixty-six
feet at one time, it does not do him
so very much good. Oftentimes and
oftentimes a boy who is stepped on
like that is out of shape, even more
than boys generally are, and most of
them seem to die off after the sixty
six feet are taken away"
1T must be bully, though, when
they kick the ball." suggested Simon.
They don't kick a ball." said the
child pityingly.
They don't, hey?" asked Simon.
Simon was a vulgar boy. Vulgar is
when you say "hey?"
What do they do with the ball if
they don't kick it?" he continued sar-
castically. Sarcastically is when you
are big enough to be able to try it,
why, silly boy" said the child.
they haven't got a ball. They kick
each other and the ones that are kick
ed the hardest bawl That's why they
call it footbawl. You must come from
queer country not to know anything
more than you do about the game of
footbawl."
~"Tain't half so queer as your coun-
try" growled Simon. I've got enough
of you and your legs. 1 wish 1 was
back on the map"
Instantly a loud noise sounded in
Simon's ears. At first he thought that
1t was a thunder clap, but brief re-
Election convinced him that a large
and energetic person was boxing his
ears with earnestness and excellent
aim.
Simon felt induced to look upward
and saw his teacher getting ready to
repeat the operation, so he slid under
the desk.
The excitement was so great that
Simon almost forgot about having
been off the map. And when he
thought it over afterward, he never
could make up his mind if he had
really been off the map or IL he had
only been in a nap, which sounds al
most the same and is not so different
in other respects.
The Savannah morning news., 1903-04-12

'It would take an Irishman to turn
that trick"
Whats the Irish been doin' now?''
The huge form of Dennis Riordan
drew into the circle of yellow lamp
light.
Jack White. foreman of the bridge
gang, repeated his tale.
"Tramp-long thin. handsome beggar
though-spots the camp goin' through
on No. Z. She comes down the cut
at a pretty good clip. too, so he bends
over. plugs the airbrake couplin with
his penknife, and while the boys
gather around to cuss their luck he's
lynn in the ditch. Train pulls out,
tramp comes in, smilin'-regular rag
ged hero in show-works her ladyship
for supper"
Riordans pipe remand unlighted.
An Irishman.
Something warm and intoxicating
pulsated around his heart. He slipped
out OF the commissary and into the
frosty night. At the boarding house
Mrs. Wilson. better known as Her
Ladyship," was hagging at the care
less youth whom she had set at the
task of clearing away the remains of
the supper.
In reply to his question she actu-
ally smiled.
THE young chap that got his sup
per here? He's a gentleman, that's
what he is. He put them ill-manner-
ed Swedes to shame, eatin' with his
fork, and fairly bowin' when 1 passed
Shin the sugar. I told him to take
Jim Fogg's bunk for the night, and
! there'll be no back talk from the boys
either. The Lord knows, some on
: 'em is more fittin' to be a tramp than
! that boy" When she once more turn
ed her attention to the shuffiing lad
f-all-work Riordan made his escape
Iacross the narrow alley to the bunk
house.
He paused in the doorway, gazing
, through the dim, uncertain light at the
long slim figure stretched out on the
second bunk to the right The blast
of keen night air struck the recum-
bent figure and the man stirred. Den