Oxford Democrat. [volume] (Paris, Me.) 1833-1933, 1909-03-16

her work In getting up the great af-
fair that when she was told was no
where to be found she had Mysteries
and slapped Louise.
Potter was sent for to the Casino and
came home in a rage. They talked
things over and made up their minds
that l had either caught ship sailing
for home or else had gone to Chicago
to join Sally. II 1t hadn't been that
they were afraid Of scandal coming
out in some horrid society paper they
would have applied to the police for
help. but as 1t was they didn't dare.
and Potter said he could manage every
thing himself.
A ship really had sailed that day, so.
as well as telegraphing to Sally, Pot
ter went to the offices. then to the
docks. and made all sorts Of inquiries.
From what he heard about some peo-
pie who had engaged berths at the
last minute he couldn't be quite sure
wasn't one of them, having gone un-
der an assumed name. To add to the
trouble, no answer came from Sally.
Mrs. Hale, according to instructions,
had opened the telegram and, knowing
something Of the story from Sally,
wasn't anxious to relieve Mrs. Ess
Kay's mind about me in too much Of
hurry. Instead Of having the message
wired again she inclosed 1t in an ell
velope and sent 1t on to Sally by post,
so there was another delay, and they
knew nothing for certain until letter
from Sally and one from me arrived
at about the same time.
Sally's opinion was and is that Mrs.
Ess Kay has something up her sleeve;
that she won't write to me because she
wants to show how hurt and scan-
dalized she is by my ungracious con-
duct, but that she has some Idea for
getting even with me sooner or later.
II she hadn't that to keep her up Sally
thinks she couldn't have resisted an
swering my letter with TRADE. For
tunately she can't claw me away from
the Trowprluges anu make me MARI,
Potter-even II be would have Inc now
after all my badness-Otherwise she
would perhaps have tried to act at
once. And she can't have me put In
prison on bread and water and solitary
confinement. as no doubt she would
like to do Still, don't feel quite
easy in my mind about her silence. lest
Sally may be right about some disa-
greeable plan she's Matching.
I've found out everything about all
the members of the family at Valley
farm now. and I've got acquainted
with most Of the neighbors. They call
them neighbors II they live anywhere
within twelve or fifteen miles.
Mr.. Trowbridge, although a farmer
who works In his own fields. is an
honorable" | was surprised when I
heard that. as didn't suppose people
had titles In America. But he's sen.
ator or something In his own state
which Is very important. so he is
called "honorab BILE" officially and on let
ters. as one Is at home II that's all
one can scrape up by way Of cour'
tesy title.
The two young men who come In tc
eat with us. but are never seen about
the house at any other time. are farm
hands," though they are not treated at
all like servants. ard MIR. Trowbridge
lends them the newest books and mag.
nzines (of which he has quantities, to
read In the evening.
1t is very strange about Patty and
Ide. Though Patty IS so quiet, almost
meek In her ways. and dresses so
plainly and Is quite contented to work
in the hot kitchen. cooking and wash
Ing dishes. 1t turns out that she is a
very rich girl. or will be. She IS an
orphan. and her grandfather. although
q farmer, has more than million dol.
lars (Which sounds t.rmendous. but
wouldn't be as impressive. suppose.
II one did 1t in POT lds). and when he
dies. as he must before long. as he Is
very old. Patty will have all his money.
Young people get on his nerves. so
Patty lives with the Trowbridges. who
are friends Of his. and helps Mrs.
Trowbridge with her work.
Ide really Is sort Of servant. but
she would go away instantly II any.
body called her that. and she is SO
afraid some one may think she IS in.
feror to the others In the house be-
cause she Is paid wages for her work
that she does her hair elaborately.
wears smarter dresses than the rest
and puts herself rather forward with
strangers so Gs to impress them. She
wouldn't even like to ae called a
"help." but says that she "obli5es"
Mrs. Trowbridge, and she wouldn't
stop long enough to draw another
breath IL she were not treated better
If anything than Patty.
After tea" we drove to the Emport
um at Hermann's Corners. The EN-
porium is always open till half past
8. and there was going to be an
"ice cream festival there that night
I didn't know what an ice cream fes.
tlval meant, but Mr.. Trowbridge said
should see for myself, and 1t would
probably be different from anything l
had yet experienced. Mr.. Trowbridge
and Mr.. Brett and all drove in the
buggy. 1t was rather a squeeze In
one seat, but 1t was fun, and we were
very merry.
The rest all squashed into big
wagon and sat on the hay. would
have gone in that way. too, but Mr.
Trowbridge wanted me to try his
horse, and we could hear the others
laughing every minute as they came
jolting on behind US.
It was about seven miles to Her
mann's Corners, and after a lovely
drive through charming. peaceful coun
try we arrived just as it was begin
ming to be dusk. d,
I couldn't have imagined such Q
place as the Emporium, and when ]
was In the thick of 1t I said to mysel:
that 1t would be worth ones while com
ing over to the States just to visit 1t
II nothing else. If I had to choose be
tween believe I'd rather see 1t than
Niagara falls. for one knows Niagara
falls from biographs and things. and
nothing short of actually seeing could
give one the slightest idea Of Mr.. Whit
Walker and his Emporium.
Ny first impression of the Emporium
was hure rambling wooden build