Norwich bulletin., 1913-10-28

The days work was over. A long summer day it had been, and as 1 walked in the cool of the evening I had the familiar satisfactory feeling that the day, if not the spectaculariy 1 brilliant in its achievements was sure ly not hopelessly the reverse. With such thoughs was l occupied when met Hatfield
 Boston Common at all seasons pre- sents wonderfully cosmopolitan crowd to the eye and in summer this | is most pronounced. You meet all l here and show no great surprise such as you would deem necessary perhaps, meeting some on another thorough fare.
 So, although I had not seen Hat 1 field, heard of Hatfield, nor thought of l Hatfield for a long time meeting him l here I merely exchanged greetings and l strolled along with him.
 l T say, anything on for tonight?" No" replied, consulting my watch l and finding it very near seven. Well, I've a couple of theatre pass es here and suppose You use one. But ] first let me tell you little about the show and then, unless I'm much mis- taken you'll be rather interested in using one.''
 He motioned towards vacant bench and handed me cigar.
 You know I used to work on a paper here. I've given it up. Yes, found no money in it."
 If I had supposed Jimmy was still working on the paper, a prominent daily, but observing he wanted to ex- plain, I expressed no surprise
 Perhaps you've had the misfortune to be obliged to remain a week or so in a small New England town. No? had to, recently.
 Tt was rather mediocre little place, not far from the city and surprisingly backward. What it needed most was 41- TI,I wake it up; and it came. In the form of Clarice
 Yes, sir, CIarice jolted that little burg so suddenly and so thoroughly that it will be in the town records be- fore long, that is, if they don't per suade themselves she was a form of nightmare.
 "Clarice Middleton came to town and on her way from the train to her rooms at Widow Wilson's caused more commouon than was good for Will mot all at once. Oh. it wasn't only her clothes, up-to-date and more as they were. It was her walk her pose, her natty imported dog, leashed for fear of imminent desertion-in short it was Clarice's whole outfit.
 Lots of people didn't see her that particular night, but a week later, no one had missed the sight. Widow Wilson's house was mecca of all, and many of the girls of the place were green with jealousy. None of the young men dared to address a word to this perambulating paragon, for she didn't hug the Widows house in the daytime, and yet, and yet, they de- Cided that such an opportunity must not pass them by.
 Finally it was decided to select the very cream of the towns eligible young bloods and to throw him at her, head first. Two friends, artfuIIy procured an introduction and-Oh, you can guess she had them going, twice week regular, by a month from her first appearance in public
 Soon it got to be quite the thing on Wednesday, and Saturday night to wait until Joe Woodbury passed the postof1ce on his way home; and those who were on his side grieved when they observed his negative nod in passing, yet always freshened up when on Monday and Friday nights they beheld the same sign of unreQuited devotion on the part of Harry Harri- son.
 This hadn't lasted long when Will mot one day woke up to the fact that the Widow Wilson, despite her previ- ous statement of no other rooms to let. had a new male boarder. Trepidation was Joe's and Harry's until it was ob- served that Clarice and the new board CT left each other, strictly, almost sus- piciously alone.
 This was disappointing, however, to one girl at least Molly Peterson, almost engaged to Joe Woodbury until the sirens notes were heard. Joe had evidently forgotten her former charms, and though speaking pleasantly to her