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Orleans County monitor. [volume] (Barton, Vt.) 1872-1953, 1904-11-14

Pee setched i'm pTGyin' oUer It,"
nurse an one thing another-an' she
got scared an sent fer DR.. lobe. You
know him an Mrs. Dugan has been
at outs fer the last year. 1t seems
that she kept totin' tales about town
in regard to his doin's in Rome fore
he moved here, an the upshot OF 1t
was that she has about busted MS
chances with Halle Irwin. Ihey sa!
he was awfully mad at Mrs. Dugah.
We'll. when he come TO see the baby
several of us lowed thard De soNhe
fun, 50 we went over, the last one OF
Us with a different remedy OF som'
sort an dead loads Q, advice. An'
Orleans County monitor. [volume] (Barton, Vt.) 1872-1953, 1904-11-14
Pillsbury's Best Flour Honored
by Worlds Fair Judges.

Three Grand Prizes go to the
famous Pillsbury's eBest" for the
highest G. ade of Flour, the best
loaf of bread and the finest exhibit
at the St Louis Exposition.
Orleans County monitor. [volume] (Barton, Vt.) 1872-1953, 1904-11-14

70 r S ALE
My house and barn on High Street, Barton
Vt. House in good repair-all modern i'm
provements: electric lights and water. Ten
rooms-rents for $500 per month, also base
ment tenement-rents fo- 800 per month
One-fourth acre garden, plenty fruit. Large
barn in good shape-all for $500.
36tf Q. w. RUZZELL.
Orleans County monitor. [volume] (Barton, Vt.) 1872-1953, 1904-11-14

Three Grand Prizes-the high
est possible honors of the Worlds
Fair-have just been awarded the
Pillsbury's Milling Co, of Mime
opolis. These sweeping honors
will be greatly appreciated not
only by Minneapolis, where the
great Pills bury Flour Mills are
located, but by the entire surround
ings of Barton WI ich are deeply
interested in the best bread Flour
made. When in need of barrel
of Pillsbury's Flour call at
CRYSTAL LAKE MILLS.
S. 9. CURRIER.
Sole CANT W
Evening times-Republican. [volume] (Marshalltown, Iowa) 1890-1923, 1904-07-28

sea. Carol sat down upon a white rock
and sobbed. while Haven walked along
| d little way in the hope of seeing lights
Suddenly he uttered cry, and then he
laughed.
Saved. saved." he shouted. "a
boat! This is indeed miracle!" he
added as Carol came up beside him.
"A miracle? Where are the people p
"Aha!" said he. That's the wonder
of it. This boat wasn't tied. She was
just grounded. She's been adrift. or
I'm no judge. See the broken twigs
where she's bumped along the shore.
She's Uttered with them. / tell you,
Carol. the angels have sent her"
'They couldn't have sent her where
she would be more welcome" said the
girl as he helped her aboard. (which
way shall we go?"
At that moment they heard the sound
of q steamers whistle. 1t came from
behind a point that doomed darkly a
mile away.
That's the Mp said Carol refer
ring to one of the Muskoka steamers.
Shes landing somewhere, and we'd
better go there. ! don't know what has
become of The Bluffs. 1t ought to be
over there, but 1t isn't"
And she pointed in direction which.
as matter of fact, was almost as far
astray as it could have been. Haven
began to row slowly along the shore,
and then high pitched, whining hail
came from far astern of them:
Here! Where we goin'?"
Haven rested upon his oars and star
Evening times-Republican. [volume] (Marshalltown, Iowa) 1890-1923, 1904-07-28

| its foot a tiny pier for small boats
| though none was there at the moment
Where's the hotel?" demanded Ha-
ven.
Behind the trees" said Carol. This
is the back of the island. The landing
is on the other side"
Il told Captain Haskell that you'd
probably prefer to land here" said
Tom. Your arrival will be beautifully
inconspicuous. whereas If you so to the
wharf
II hoped that Mrs. Earle would go
with me just for moment said Carol,
until find grandma
Mrs Earle looked up from the bag
into which she was putting her book
and her reading glasses.
Certainly" said she. That's what l
told Tom"
Now. why should we put Mrs. Earle
to this Inconvenience and delay her
from her supper?" protested Haven.
In this unconventional region will
anybody question:
"Of course not" exclaimed Gladys.
You will stroll up through the pretty
path, and no one will know that there
are not forty chaperons at your heels.
Still if you'd rather we'd take you
around to the wharf
Not for the world" said Jack Haven
So they were set ashore upon the lit
tie pier, where they waved farewells as
the launch drew away
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he assisted Mrs. Earle into the COM
partment aft OF the engine and Gladys
into the forward one, and presently the
launch made her way cautiously
| through the press OF canoes and other
small craft In the cove of Port CARING.
| Jack Haven had busted himself max
| ing Mrs. Earle comfortable in a seat
as far from the stern as possible, and
/ he observed with pleasure that she
plunged Immediately into the midst OF
a novel.
| Whats in the wind, Carol?" said he
softly as he stretched himself in his
former position on the overhang.
Where's the joker"
Il don't know she answered, unless
they've had some additional informa-
ton about my grandfather. Tom got a
telegram and letter at Muskoka
wharf, and | didn't hear what was in
them. That was after you came
You showed Gladys your GRANDPA
theirs letter, didn't you-the one that
| you sent to me in Montreal?'
Yes
HE didn't express himself very COR
daily about me-"
He never does. But so long as my
mother isis
Resigned to the inevitable" said
he. 1--WE won't put it stronger than
that. Still, your mother isn't to be
there. and you haven't told your grand
parents that I'm coming. 1t may be
that Tom has had private tip which
leads him to anticipate that my recep-
ton will be cold"
Carol shook her head.
they've merely heard that Claverngs
is full You haven't really engaged "A
room, you know You've only written
for one
There's no other hotel on the island.
of course. l remember the place well
enough, though / was there for only 4
day. Never mind the room. beiovedest
I'll sleep in the boathouse or in a tree;
I'll drift around in canoe and think of
you"
II don't care to be associated in your
mind with any such experience" said
she. THE nights are chilly on Mus
koka."
"One can hardly imagine It," said he,
with laugh. The shoulder of my
coat is smoking in this sun"
The awning threw no shadow upon
them, for the sun was abaft the beam
but presently they succeeded in maxi
ing one small umbrella do double duty
and when the launch changed its course
so that the umbrella was of no use they
did not notice the difference. They
still sat close in the limited area where
the shadow had been until Tom came
aft to tell them that the sun had touch
ed the hills and that Clavering's was
only half mile away.
Haven helped Carol TO rise, and they
both looked forward over the top of the
awning. They saw a steep, high bank
heavily wooded with eyergreens. and at
Evening times-Republican. [volume] (Marshalltown, Iowa) 1890-1923, 1904-07-28
THE PLEASURES OF
COUNTRY RAMBLING.

An enthusiastic pedestrian writes:
! Every man--and woman also--who
lives or works in a city should try q
few country walks on the system ]
shall describe. They will find. in the
first place, that it will do their health q
world of good; also they will see places
and people that they never dreamed ex.
listed so near to them.
| If you live in town or on the outskirts
of town the first thing is to consider
your train service. All the pleasure OF
your ramble will be spoiled if 1t begins
and ends in bricks and mortar. So take
| a train out until you are fairly into the
country.
| You can either make up your mind
| to get to certain place and then ask
different people to direct you or elsS
work by a map.
| What sort of an outfit does the RAM
bier want? The more Of an outfit he
gets the more interest he will take In
his hobby. The most important thing.
of course, is the rambler's footwear,
but unfortunately that is the one thing
1t is impossible to advise him on, for no
two people are ever the same In this
respect One can't walk in heavy shoes,
another goes lame after four miles Il
he wears shoes with a thin sole, anoth-
er swears by shoes with hobnails. ana
SO on.
The one piece Of advice you may
take is this: Whatever sort of shoes YOU
decide to wear, keep them exclusively
for your rambles, and If you are going
entirely over fields and footpaths and
places where any climbing or scrams
bling about will have to be done have =
few hobnails put in to prevent yourself
from slipping.
There is no better tonic for the faded
city man than a days ramble. He
should do the thing thoroughly and
make the change as complete as posst-
bic by carrying his lunch with him In
a big coat pocket. He should sit under
a tree and eat his meal with a clasp
knife and should take his drink with
him III a flask.
He should enter into conversation
with any one he may meet upon the
road and he will find that not only are
his health and spirits benefited, but also
that he will learn many things and see
phases of life that otherwise he would
have entirely disregarded.
OF course where the rambler has hob
bies, such as photography, botany or
he can enjoy these
also not that rambling needs any addi-
tional attractions to help it out, for
to undertake to find ones way across
a strange country merely by the aid OF
ones own legs map, an eye for land
marks and stout walking stick is an
worthy of any one.
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down by him. You are as blind as
bat. Don't you know Lydia never was
that way till George Buckley got tc
coming here and bringing her books
and papers and going out with her"
Stop" Cranston's brow was clouded
/ over Don't insult your own child
He stood up. his short legs quiverine
with excitement. do you think I'd
/ let that man come here-he, son of
convicted theft I dreamed-why
| I'd shoot the top of his head off if he
/ dareti--oh.'
There is nc use waking up the serv
ants out In the yard" said Mrs. Gran
! wanted him to use. We don't want
/ any bloodshed: what we want is COM
mon sense | don't think there is much
danger SO far. Girls will often allow
/ themselves to enjoy the admiration of
men they would not dream of marry
fng. and Lydia has too much family
pride to think of encouraging him to
any serious extent, but 1t is well to
take time by the forelock. l was
against letting him come here at all.
you know, but you said 1t would shock
the religious folks III the place for us
to try to establish social lines when
he stood so well. and"
'I'll send her Off tomorrow" cried
the ma jor. still excited, his voice risin:,
high and cracking.
mo, you won't unless you really
want to drive her the wrong way"
said Mrs. Cranston. 1--WE seen many
unhappy, mismated marriages made
through that stupid course, and I've
always said I'd act differently II it
came to me. Lydia would get as head
strong as bull il we showed her that
we were trying to drive her. and oppo-
sition naturally makes girl think
more of man who is unfortunate.
No, we must simply go on as IL we
never imagined she could bemean us
by marrying man OF that kind. She's
not fool; she may admire George
Buckley and be sorry for him In his
trouble, but she'll think several times
before she marries him II we simply
go on as If we are trusting her to pro-
tect our family name
The major sat down. Il guess you
are right" he said more calmly, "and
I'm not really afraid when l think
about her pride and all she has in her
favor. Why, she could take her pick
OF the whole country. Governor Tel
fare is simply. crazy about her an has
plenty OF money. Do you suppose
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ed at Carol, whose face shone white
''Why, that's-that's Captain HASKELL
she cried.
| Haven swung the boat around an6
pulled toward the voice. Presently the
outline of the launch was discernible
and Carol, standing up in the stern
announced it to the oarsman in hush
ed voice Of wonder. Haven looked over
his shoulder and hailed:
! What are you doing there?"
Were aground" answered Haskell
in voice of pain and chagrin. what
before"
Where are the others?"
1--WE set 'em ashore in the small
boat; pulled across to The Bluffs. Then
we come back for you-after supper"
After supper, eh?"
well, We see" said Haskell Sheep
ishly, II might as well state the facts.
The young Teller you call Tom-him
and the young lady-fixed it up with
me to land We for a joke. We under
stand"
Yes" said Carol in voice Of ice.
I'VE understand beautifully"
"The old lady didn't know nothin'
about it. but it was planned that l
should sort of skim around the island
to pint where we could see that the
house was burned. jest as if we didn't
know before, an then we could pick
We up. But blast me if didn't take the
ground! So we all got into the small
boat an pulled to The Bluffs
why didn't you take u.s."
1.-The boat wouldn't hold We, an, be-
sides, they didn't want to tell the old
lady. not at the minute, for she was
some excited with our little accident
an wantin' to know if we was goin' to
sink. Sink says I. That's the last
thing we'll do with this cussed ledge
under us. We may go up says l, but.
by thunder. we can't go down" That
didn't quiet her much; she wasn't fit
for any new troubles just then. How
ever, we yelled for you folks on general
principles, but naturally we didn't
hear.
80 when we got to The Bluffs my
engineer went off with my boat to get
a launch from a Teller over to Marinus
to pull US off o. here, an what n blazes
become o. him l dunno. Meanwhile we
discovered that there wasn't a boat at
The Bluffs for that Teller Tom an the
girl to come an get you folks. We had
to wait near an hour before a boat
come home from picnic, an she was
all messed up with branches an
STUFF
by jingo!' cried Haven. This boat!
The one were in"
Precisely
'tAnd they're on the island looking for
and Gladys
That's what they are"
At this moment voices were heard
upon the nearer shore.
Captain. we can't find them!" And
then sudden cutlery: where's the
boat-where in the world is the boat?"
Haven leaned over into the launch
and took Captain Haskell by the collar
with a powerful hand.
IF you answer that hail within five
minutes I'll throttle you."
Haskell crouched and chuckled.
You'll scare 'em half crazy" he
They'll think they're ma
cooned for the night"
Silence on the launch and loud and |
frantic howis from the shore.
Carol" whispered Haven, when you |
.hink they've had enough
Now" said the girl. Poor Gladys
s beginning to cry. Let US be merci-
.ul,'' |
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fixed half fearfully on the speaking

fixed half fearfully on the speaking
| countenance.
when there are SO many OF Gods
creatures here in their shells of power
| ty and misery trying to rise, trying t.
grow out into the sunshine of life
| think I could be perfectly happy If
could only help those people in some
way. / want to teach them, to encour
age them, not to believe in their degra
dalton. Mamma. just the other day
saw an old woman selling eggs from
wagon at the gate, and In the wagon
was her daughter, poorly dressed, but
her features were finely drawn, and
girl looked at me as If | were PIN
cess. Oh, mamma, that sort of thing
cuts me. l have not done anything to
deserve that, and, poor thing, what has
she in store for her? Nothing but to
fall into the sort of life her mother is
leading
That's all true agreed Mrs. Gran
ston. but there are different grades of
society. and we can't alter the con-
dition." Then the speakers face be-
came more rigid her tone tense and
tentative. And the mixing of the
elements, my dear she put in guard
eddy, sometimes produces sad COM
plications. You remember how Halle
Dunwoody married beneath her in
Lexington and that it actually killed
her father and broke up happy
home?"
THAT was awful simply AWFUL re-
marked Lydia. You know | saw her
two months afterward, and the poor
thing tried to keep me from recog
nizing her. She told me she was try
ing to adapt herself to the ways Of
her husbands family, but could not
do It. Her husband meant well
enough, but even he seemed unable
to make 1t bearable for her"
Mrs Cranston sat perfectly still; she
seemed hardly breathing. She was
very anxious to have her next remark
seem casual.
Il have never heard you say before
what you thought about that marriage.
uSuE, pul i lcScE tlOuSut Ilullle kIedl-
ed her father and mother right
mo, she didn't" answered Lydia.
Halle knew the extent Of her father
and mothers pride, and she had no
right to crush 1t for her own selfish
love. IL she had sacrificed her own
desires, and even those of her hus-
band. she would have been happier
in the consciousness of having done
her duty. I don't think self sacrifice
has ever brought about bad results
In the long run
Mrs. Cranston breathed freely. She
was all aglow as she bent and kissed
Lydia good night.
Going down to the major, she said:
"I've had very, very satisfactory talk
with Lydia-oh. no, not openly on that
subject3' she FASTENED to correct as
he raised his brows in surprise, but
in roundabout way. We need not
be afraid Of her. If she cares par
ticularly for George Buckley she
Evening times-Republican. [volume] (Marshalltown, Iowa) 1890-1923, 1904-07-28
Story Of Tsvo Pairs Of Lo1ers and 7svo Adventures

reached the top. yet it's only a littl
way, and it viii be light again when w
come to the end of the path"
II hope we Shan't meet a lot of PEG
pie"
They'll all be on the other side of Thu
house or on the tennis court. l wonde
we don't hear voices.
! They listened, and the whole islant
seemed to eXhale a peculiar silence
which affected the girl with vagu,
alarm for moment. Then she heare
distant cries rluffled by the wall o
trees and indeterminate as to direc.
| ton.
The path sloped downward and mad,
a sudden turn. They saw an arch o
| green as sharply outlined as the mouth
of tunnel.
why, where's the house," cried the
| girl. And she began to run.
| Haven overlook her in stride or two
and helped her mount knoll at the
edge of the grove. The green crescent
of the wood curved to the shore on Ell
| Their hand. embracing little bay, witt
| a pier and boathouse. the roof OF
which was blackened and partly strip
ped of shingles. In the middle of this
picture a heap OF ruins marked the
place where Clavering's hotel had
stood. 1t had been consumed like a bit
of paper, and its ashes scarcely SUI
feed to fill the shallow cellar.
Haven whistled softly.
This is indeed merry jest" said he
But / had a telegram from grand
father this forenoon" exclaimed Carol
bewildered. He said: Shall expect
you this evening. We are very nicely
located. / thought that last sentence
was odd"
This house burned down yesterday"
said Haven. Your grandfather sent
you word of 1t to Toronto. not knowing
that you had gone on to Annandaie.
Your mother had the message forward
ed but it missed you. And Tom learn
ed all this at Muskolka after appeared,
and he and Gladys put up this job
But surely Mrs. Earle
You may depend upon it that she
doesn't know. Tom bribed that old
villain, Haskell. This is why we were
set ashore on the back of the island
It's why we took the launch. in the
first place"
They can't mean to leave us here
long"
NO. indeed" said he. You'll see the
launch come around that point in Il
minute or two. AT the worst, they'll
send it for us after it has put them
ashore at The Bluffs. and that won't
be more than twenty minutes to wait"
They waited twenty minutes by Ha-
ven's watch and then ten more for
good measure, but the launch did not
appear. In the meantime they had Wis
tied the ruins and the wharf and had
made up their minds that the island
was entirely deserted except for their
own unwilling presence.
DO you suppose that Gladys really
meant to leave us here until after sup
per-" asked Carol. You remember
what she said"
Haven answered in a vaguely reassur-
ing manner. for his real opinion was too
alarming for expression. He perceived
clearly enough that this jest had gone
beyond the intention of the testers and
that some accident had delayed a res
cue. How serious the mishap had been
he could not know.
Lets walk over this way" said he,
pointing toward the right horn of the
ever darkening crescent. I'VE can look
out toward The Bluffs and see them
The suggestion suited Carols impa-
Evening times-Republican. [volume] (Marshalltown, Iowa) 1890-1923, 1904-07-28

Lydia--or any girl. as for that-coult
resist the temptation to be the mistress
of the executive mansion on Peachtret
! street and lead the society of Atlantis
to marry a penniless bookkeeper in .
grain warehouse and the son Of =
/ Shucks, If she had it in her. I'd disowr
/ herr
"Oh, she's all right smiled Mrs
/ Cranston, as If he had forced the alb
sur1ity of her fears down upon her
/ by his warm words. but we must
handle her most carefully. I've tried
making fun Of her country beau as
| always call him to her, but I've never
been able to make out how she took it
She'd die before she'd let anybody
know how she felt about matter of
that kind. I'll tell you what I'm going
to do She has invited Kitty Cosby
to pay her q visit, and when Kitty
comes I'ln going to get her to help me.
She's always had great influence over
Lydia, an Kitty is blue blooded to the
bone I'll coach her how to act, and
she will hold Lydia in check an keep
me posted"
The major took up his paper.
II rather admire the fellows way"
he said frankly. I'm sure he doesn't
overstep himself; he hasn't been here
so often since his trouble, and that
looks like he had some idea Of the
eternal fitness of things
mo, that's true admitted Mrs.
Cranston, "and. really, I'm quite sure
there has never been an intimate I'M
Outstanding between them, and IL we
play our cards right there won't be-
The major resumed his reading, and
Mrs. Cranston went up the smooth,
winding stairs to her daughters room.
Lydia was seated before the fire, her
beautiful and abundant hair hanging
loose over her shapely shoulders.
II thought I'd see if Tom had made
you a good fire, DEAR Mrs. Cranston
said gently.
"oh, yes; it's all right, mamma,
thank YOU Lydia returned, with a
smile.
Mrs. Cranston hesitated. when do
you look for Kitty to Gomez" she asked.
Next week. toward the end. think.
mamma She wanted to stay over for
the guards ball. Then she'll be ready
for rest here"
Mrs Cranston pinched Lydia's fire
Redeemed cheek caressingly. Don't
you miss all those things. dearest?'
Not one bit, mamma" Lydia gave
her mother her eyes trustingly. I'm
fact, sometimes I'm just a little asham-
ed of all went through since realize
the beauty Of this full, vigorous life
here in the mountains. Mother, can
have a better time on Prince, gallop-
ing heller SHELTER over these roads and
fields, than ever had wing with 9TH
er girls for the most dances and ia
vors In the german with lot Of boys.
Oh, mamma Lydia laughed, some
times I'm awfully ashamed of having
done all that when-when"-
when what, darling?" Mrs. Gran
ston's lips were compressed, her eyes
Evening times-Republican. [volume] (Marshalltown, Iowa) 1890-1923, 1904-07-28
ITALYs KING A FISHERMAN.

The king of Italy is very fond of fish
ing, but it is the one sport at which he
has no luck. One day he was out for
several hours and was returning home-
ward with keeper on foot with three
poor fish on a string when they met
poor man with magnificent catch OF
trout. The peasant planted himself be-
fore the king and asked for. light for
his pipe. and when he had received it
Said, with scorn:
You seem to be no great things with
regard TO fishing. To look at your
catch I should say you We're the king"
His majesty, rather red in the face,
asked why.
oh returned the other. The thinks
very much of himself, but he is a poor
body more fit to be king than .
sportsman"