Putnam patriot., 1913-07-25
oh Our Show Windows Byron D. Bugbee

"Will be of a different sort than was planned. think we parents needed a 1 lesson as well as you,, and that 1t was no worse we need be thankful for,n he continued. AAn officer from town has just come to me as magistrate to ar. range for the arrest of the new people at Pleasant Pond farm, who are not genuine purchasers, but agents with deep seated scheme to make our young people dissatisfied with country life and promise to find them employment in various capacities in the cities. Had you managed to cross the pond and make your way to the house you would have been liable to arrest with your friend Carol and the others implicat ed.u
 My mother says 1 am not the same girl as before Carol gained such An in- tiuence over me, " said Harriet, and l guess it is true of allthe other girls, and it seems strange that instead of our in- fluencing her, as we shold have done, for we have comfortable homes and are all from better families than she ever knew, we allowed her to dominate us as if she were the captain of our eom- pany, and she even insisted that 1 wear new dress when I met the young men she was expecting today; but that was a secret. Mother supposed it was simply girls party"
 Just my experience, said Jane; ''it is just punishment for me, and look at the blue dress, simply a wet rag, hanging over the kitchen sink"
 ''l care nothing for the dress. am thankful To have my daughter back said lanes mother, on her return, and so said all the parents whose children had fallen into the thrall of those wick ed schemers; for the whole neighbor- hood was aroused and the rallying point where they instinetively gather ed was at the home of the Dexters.
 After while, as someone whose in- dignatioD had been quieted by express sion made move to go, Mrs. Dexter said: "Not until you have had tea. Where is the lunch basket, Jane? We will have lunch party of our own, and where is Bruno? Poor old fellow: we have not seen him since we came home.n
 "fes, where is Bruno?" No one of the gathering had seen him. "I am sure he came from the pond with me- said Jane faintly from the depths and comfort of an armchair, shivering in spite of herself
 "He may have returned to the pond" said MT. Dexter, starting out of the garden, followed by all the men in the gathering.
 Arrived at the top of the precipitous bank and looking down into the boat, there, sure enough, was the faithfulo old dog, still drenched and shivering, keeping guard over the basket and Jane's cloak that she had removed while working upon the raft.
 Down against the foot bridge, with the waters swiriing and edding against them, were the fragments of the lfrail raft, and someone said brokenly:-
 "It's narrow chance that we are not here as a rescue party.n
 "A party in search of my only child's dead body almost groaned MT. Dexter. "Let me tell you all that 
 the poor brute down there in the boat Is more faithful than am I to the trust the Lord has placed upon me. We are only plain farmer folk, but we can do more for our children than we have been doing. We can have parties and magazine club and a reading club, and any number of pleasant social times
 "And we can have s grange said