St. Johnsbury Caledonian. [volume] (St. Johnsbury, Vt.) 1867-1919, 1911-03-01


could. Seems to me I'd kick first
But I'm no boss; mustn't influence
you"
Lemuel was indignant
mo barber runs me-" he declared
sYou stand up for me when that town
hall paintin's to be done, and I'll work
hard for you now. Cap'n Whitaker.
but 1 can't help it. Anyway, his place
was all fixed up a year ago, and /
didn't get the job A Teller has to look
after himself these days"
With these division commanders to
lead their forces into the enemy's
country and with Asaph and Bailey
doing what they could to help, Captain
Cy's campaign soon became worthy of
respectful consideration. For awhile
Tad Simpson scoffed at the opposition;
then he began to work openly for Mr..
Snow. Later he marshaled his trusted
officers around the pool table in the
back room of the barber shop and con-
fded to them that it was anybody's
fight and that he was worried.
Its past bein' a joke" he said.
tits mighty serious. We've got to
hustle, we have. Heman trusted me
in this job, and if l fall down it'll be
bad for me and for you fellers too. l
wish he was home to run things him.
self, but he's got business down south
there-some property he owns or some
thin'-and says he can't leave. But
mind how-just get 'enl, that's all"
Captain Cy was thoroughly enjoying
himself. The struggle suited him to
perfection. He did not, however, for
get Bos'n. He took the child into his
confidence and told her of the daily
gain or loss in votes as if she were his
own age. She understood a little of
all this and tried hard to understand
the rest, preaching between times to
Georgianna how "the bad men are
trying to beat Uncle Cyrus cause he
is gooder than they, but they can't,
cause everybody loves him So" Geor-
gianna had some doubts, but she kept
them to herself.
Among the things in Bosn's ''box"
was a long envelope, sealed with wax
and with a lawyers name printed in
one corner. The captain opened it,
at Emily's suggestion, and was aston
ished to- find that the Enclosure was a
will, dated some years back, in which
Mrs. Mary Thomas, the child's mother,
left to her daughter all her personal
property and also the land in Orham,
Mass, which had been willed to her
by her own mother. There was a note
with the will in which Mrs. Thomas
stated that no one save herself had
known of this land, not even her hus-
band. She had not told him because
she feared that, like everything else,
it would be sold and the money vast
ed in dissipation. HE suspected some
thing of the Sort" she added, ''but he
did not find out the secret, although
he"- She had evidently scratched
out what followed, but Captain Cy
mentally filed in the blank with de-
tails of abuse and cruelty. IF any
thing happens to me- concluded the
widow, 81 want the land sold and the
money used for Emily's maintenance
as long as it lasts"
Lie NdPld4A W S11t Wv CA ~ vi anu
looked up the land. 1t was a strip
along the shore. almost worthless and
unstable at present. The taxes had
been regularly paid each year by
Mary Thomas, who sent money orders
from Concord The self denial repre-
sented by these orders was not a little.
Never mind, Bos'n." said Captain
Cy when he returned from the Orham
trip. your ancestral estates amt
much now but sand flea menagerie.
However, if this section ever does get
to be the big summer resort folks are
prophesying for it you may sell out to
some millionaire and you and neil go
to Europe Meantime we'll try to keep
adoat, if the Harniss bank don't spring
leak"
On the day following this converse
ton he took a flying trip to Ostable.
the county seat, returning the same
evening and saying nothing to any one
about his reasons for going nor what
he had done while there.
Bos'n's birthday was the 18th Of No
vember The captain, in spite of the
warmth of his struggle for committee
d
celebration on the afternoon and even
ing Of that day.
The supper was a brilliant success.
So was the cake, brought in with can
dies ablaze, by the grinning Georgian
ma. Toward the end of the meal, when
the hilarity at the long table was at
its height, an unexpected guest made
his appearance. There was a knock at
the dining room door, and Georgianna,
opening it, was petrifed to behold
standing upon the step no less a per-
sonage than the Hon. Heman Atkins,
supposed by most of US to be then
somewhere in that wide stretch Of ter
ritory vaguely termed 1.-The south"
Good evening. ALL" said the illus
trious one, removing his silk hat and
stepping into the room. "What
charming scene! / trust l do not in
trude.''
But Captain Cy rose to the occasion
grandly.
Intruder" he repeated. mot mite