The Republican journal., 1912-08-15


an opportunity to recall past events and COM
pare past and present conditions, and this is
perhaps most characteristic Of seafarers, or of
those who, like the writer, inherited love of
the and pair of sea legs, and has gratif-
ed the one and exercised the other coastwise
from the Gut of Canso to the Rio Grande and
once across the Atlantic
The Camden landed her passengers at Bos-
ton before that city had opened for business.
The ice man had been around and left the
blocks of CONCEALED water before the closed
doors of stores and offices, and most of the
men and women seen in the streets were carry
ing lunch boxes or satches, evidently on their
way to their daily avocations. 1t had been
cool on the water, but on shore there was a
decidedly high temperature and it went
higher as the day wore on, and the usual
itinerary of infrequent visits to the Hub
was greatly curtailed. On the Common the
fountain in the frog pond was sending its jets
into the air to be scattered in spray by high
wind; wire wetting had put the signs keep
off the grass" out of business, and the
seats "For women and children only were
monopolized by men. The more attractive
Public Gardens beyond, with their wealth of
bloom and foliage, were not visited. At
Youngs Hotel the usual number of we'll
groomed, well-dressed men, drifted in and out
through the whirl-a-gig at the entrance, and
it was noticed that nearly all the buyers of
morning paper bought the Boston Herald
The bringing of that paper from practically
moribund condition to the position it holds to-
day is one of the greatest journalistic feats
within the writer's knowledge of newspaper
dom Of more than half century 1t was
splendid newspaper in the days of Haskell,
Holmes and Pulsifer, went down after it pass
ed to other control, but is better paper today
in every respect than ever before.
At lao p. m. the train for Rutland, Mass
maze OF tracks and cars, and when they
We're left behind coming to greenhouses and
market gardens and then suburban residences
with occasional apartment houses. of which
further mention will be made later One of
the stations was Waltham, but as only a few
houses were in sight it was wondered if there
were two Walthams in Massachusetts, 1t was
learned later that this station was really in
Waltham, but the City of Watches was some
distance away. In little less than two hours
from Boston the train stopped at the Rutland
station, where Packard car was in waiting
The visitor was welcomed and then, with
Ward at the wheel, the car sped over the tree
shaded roads to the Rutland post office; then
on to Worcester. ~ miles distant, where the
host did some shopping, and then back to Rut-
land and Charnock Hill Lodge, the summer
home of Charles E. Knowlton of this city. l
can tell you very little about Rutland. 1t is
said to be the highest town in Massachusetts,
has hotel and large sanitarum for tubercu-
losis PATIENTS with number of private sani-
forums, indicated by their sleeping porches,
tents, etc. l did not see any factories or
industries other than blacksmith shop in
which is an old forge that was sketched by an
artist for the Ladies Home Journal for an
illustration to Longfelow's poem of the village
blacksmith. The town is all hill and dale,
mostly hill, and on top of what is the highest,
or nearly so, is Mr.. Knowltor's summer home.
Passing along the main road we came to an
opening in stone wall and turning sharply to
the right the car entered upon the private do
main of 90 acres. 1t is new road, not yet
completed, that curves and turns until it
comes to a gate in wire fence that encloses
some five or ten acres-I did not enquire and
am not good at estimating area-in the center
of which stands the lodge, visible long before,
with the Stars and Stripes floating over it.
The ground slopes gradually from the front