The Republican journal. [volume] (Belfast, Me.) 1829-current, 1905-06-22

Fat and Anti Lean l judged by their
looks that It was good thing and would
reduce or add to patients weight nine and
three-eighthS pounds each week that it was
taken. l learned also that Herbert Hills
was their travelling salesman and that he
was supplied with rubber suit which he
could put on and blow Up like balloon,
would 90 to some large hotel and bewail
the fact that he was so very stout. Then
Bill would happen along and sell Herb a
large bottle OF the anti fat He would grad
ually let the air out of his suit until he be-
came his natural size. OF course the pub
lie was hoodwinked and all purchased a
bottle of the wonderful remedy. At last,
overcome by my cOnscien ,e, told few of
the trade secrets and was promptly given to
gentleman who drove public convey
ance. You can well imagine my intense
interest when / ascertai led that my new
owner was Raymond Richard Sherman and
that he had married the love of his youth,
Elizabeth May Chamberlain. l was taken
to their pretty cottage by the sea and saw
happy Liz and the ten cl ildren who were,
by the way, little beauties and looked Just
like their papa. The children used to ride
around with their father and SO they took
me along. On one occasion while we were
waiting for some passenger to come out of
to look in upon the festive scene. Low
and behold! Louise Hall was there in all
her glory. Her golden hair was arranged in
such a fierce pompadour and her brilliant
red dress made her indeei the belle of the
ball. l had expected to ind Lou at least a
of the long weary hours that she had
spent grinding at Latin and l thought that
at last poor Lou was making up for time
lost in literary pursuits. Sadly | left
the hall and was about to take
my place beside Ray, when one of his fiery
horses started suddenly, killing me without
delay. My soul is now once more at large.
Miss Clarissa Vaughan followed Miss Doak
and cleverly settled the fates of her remain
ing classmates. Both prophecies had the
Vaughan spoke as follows:
CLASS PRoPHECY-PART II.
l don't know whether it was the effect of
our ride to Stockton, or Helen's incessant
buzzing as she talked of automobile rides,
dancing and DagOs; at any rate, before /
knew it was fast asleep on the couch, and
in my dreams had awakened under large
oak, in forest, in dreamland. A magnifi-
cent birch, our class tree. stood directly in
front OF me and on one of the tOpmoSt
branches sat the most wretched looking
was not only bald-headed but bald all over
with the exception of few pin-feathers,
four or five tail-feathers and feather or
two on each wing. AS sat there almost
doubled up with laughter it fell rather than
flew from its lofty seat and perched itself
on my knee. Not wishing to hurt its feel
ings l controlled my mirth as we'll as pos
sible and addressed it with the first thought
which came into my mind ''That is our class
tree l wonder if any of my classmates
have seen it lately. | wish they were here
now.' "Pull out feather" screamed the
nothing happened "Blow on it" shrieked
Polly. | did. My head began to swim.
The birch was fast disappearing in misty
cloud. Then sudden burst of light and d
clear, life-sized picture had taken its place.
The picture represented the lower end of
Main Street, Belfast, Maine,-evidently at
some date later than the time of our gradua-
tion, for many new structures had sprung
up, making the old familiar objects look
small and dingy in comparison. One old
building l noticed in particular, for | had
seen it many times before, only now the
sign over the door was changed. 1t read
81. Donald Clement, Undertaken. Success
sor to c. r. Coombs" peeped in at the win-
dow. There in an old arm chair sat a little,
fat, dark-haired, fuIl-bearded man, gazing
into vacancy. Could it be possible? Yes, |
would have known those eyes anywhere. 1t
was our old classmate "Dutch' Clement.
But why did everything have such d look
of ruin and tagging business? A glance
across the street gave me the true reason
for there stood a tlourlShlng undertaken
shop owned by NJ. Towle and at the back
of his shop sat d coy little lady, pretty and
fat as dumpling. 1t was Hazel Lenora
Kirk Wilson coptentedly knitting a sock
which had very, very long leg. Just as
she looked up and | was about to hail her
the picture vanished ami | sat staring at
the birch tree.
At the command of Polly pulled out ali
other feather. \ circus now appeared be-
fore my startled vision. Had one of my
Suddenly everybody began to clap their
hands and shout, ''Ihree cheers for NADIA
moiselle Smalley.' | looked around to dis
cover the cause of their excitement just in
time to see Ella Smaley, in her uniform,
enter the arena, followed by motley troop
of stray dogs which she had befriended and
trained.
The next picture would have brought
tears to the eyes of tue most hard-hearted
of Williams. BY cracked, dirty window
in tiny room almost destitute of furniture
sat a sad. faced, thinly-clad woman sewing.
Her eyes were red and swollen win recent
weeping. She was singing drearily and as
the last words,
stitch. Stitch! Stitch!
In poverty, hunger, and Dirt
reached my ears, l recognized the once
sweet voice of my cid chum, Stella Black.
l wiped away a tear as the picture vanished.
Poor Stella, Her fate should have been
better.
l robbed Polly of another feather. Now
appeared a ward in the New York State
Hospital / scanned the pale faces on the
cots. knew none of them Neither did
know the two nurses at the farther end of
the room. But l did know the motherly
sufferers. 1t was Myrtle Nash, the wife of
the head physician, as | heard one of the
patients say. Then l remembered the
lover of her school days, a young medical
student. He had remained true and "Mert"
was happy.
Another feather brought to view large
lecture hall filled with frenzied women,
waving their hands, pulling their hair and
shouting. Addressing them was a female
lecturer even more frantic than the rest.
This rather striking but mannish looking
woman was giving one of her famous dis
courses ON Woman's Rights | had great
difficulty to recognize in this violently
agitated woman our dear, mouSe-like class
mate, Eva Tibbets.
Another feather took me from this hub
bub to a tiny cottage in the centre of a
prim little garden. Two small boys sitting
on the well kept grass under the window
were harmlesSly teasing d great yellow
coon cat. Suddenly a pail of water from
the window above drenched their mis-
chievous spirits and the two dripping mis-
creants scurried around the corner as a
head popped out of the window One look