The Press., 1913-07-30
UNION.

 ;ake, the smooth road past the school house and the cross roads, or the stony road over Meeting house Hill?" The latter, to be sure, with it's de- Lightful shade and pleasant recollec- 5ions of old friends gathered for picnics in the beautiful little park at our left And may we be pardoned for the hope that this lovely old hill road may receive attention from our good ''Town Fathers and be made smooth and comfortable for the many who delight to take this short cut?'o On, past the parson- age, we go. loo bad that this cosy, pleasant nest is still empty! Would that some active young man, full of energy and love for his work, one who, Gas some one quaintly said, has his spurs to earn, could be found for this little town. "The harvest' truly is ready, but the reaper is not here. The odor of the parsonage pines is delightful in the warm sunlight and we spin down through the hol- low, past the old Severy place. How time has changed this deserted house spot! We glance further to our right to see the little ruin where kind hearted, patient Rev. George Curtiss helped the young people of his parish to gain better education. How that little band is scattered but the kind help and the Christian influence of this minister, whose eyes were ever open to ways in which to reach his people, are not lost or forgotten. On we go. To our right is little cot tage overfowing with bright-faced children. Would that there were more of them here in Union! Just
 below is the old Calvin Marcy farm.
 What help it will be to the town when the owner repairs the old house and places sober, industrious family therein! As we pass the old saw mill place, Stickney Hill and Bald Hill stretch out beyond us, beautiful al. ways. Here, at our right hand, is the little cottage now occupied by MT. and Mrs. Theodore Brand, and the thrifty garden sloping to the meadow shows energy and care. Bush mead. ow, with it's border of rue and willow wort, is delight to flower lovers - a veritable rose garden = and is there a more delicate, fairy like flower than the sweet, deep-scented wild rose The state road is smooth and enjoy. able. This little dwelling at oul right? Oh! let us close our eyes, lest the tears come, as Whittier's words come to us: ''Of all sad words o1 tongue or pen, the saddest are these,
 it might have been!' For the sober,
 industrious, law-abiding foreigner there is always room, but-well, il seems scarcely necessary to travel tC the ends of the earth to find work fol the missionary. On, up the hill, by the 'Little Red Schoolhouse, witt memories sad and gay. The Frank
 Martin place looks neat and tidy, { great improvement in many ways.
 The old James place is long since 2 ruin. Louis Roberts has a we'll
 worked, thrifty farm of the old Jot
 Walker place. A rapid spin over the
 fine new state road brings us to the
 Amasa Morse house. This has lost
 some of it's former neat and tidy ap
 pearance, but Rome was not built il
 a day." and doubtless the industrious
 owner will in time bring the place uI to more than it's former thrift anC comfort. The old Kies place, empty,
 barn burned some years ago, a desc
 late old farm. Still, on we go, through Deer Hollow, round the dan. gerously sharp curve by the Kay o1 Stumpf house. Strange that the short, direct road over the hill was not long since graded, instead of using good money each year in unsatisfac. tory repairs on this foolish crook The old Orcutt house at the foot o1 the hill is empty and the barn dis. mantled, but the big meadow stretches out fair and beautiful, as of yore. Now we pass a caravan of lumber teams that we know must have started out from the Westford lumber camps in the wee small hours and have come up via. the Fish Point road. Ah what is this coming up here in Rockwell woods? A spry young fel- low, with three yokes of noble, high stepping oxen, followed by three big hay wagons. o yes! this is the skilled teamster and hay maker, John on his way to the meadow. On we spin, past the busy Rockwell farm, (which we could see over on the hill when we were back by the Louis Roberts place), past the cosy Jones home, with Knowlton's Folly'' (folly of keeping so fine residence unoccupied for so many years across the way. The tiny schoolhouse at our right, with bright little pansy bed in front, and just below, is the Merriam summer home, then, across the flat, and here we are at the south end of historical Stafford Street. Nest ling in the valley below us, we see the thriving borough of Stafford Springs. More thriving, of course, because of the nourishment derived from the vegetables, berries, butter, eggs, poultry, etc, which come down from the Union farms. B. o. B. Then She Gave Him a Look.
 Mrs. Gableigh-The minister impress ed upon us this morning that we must all in time join the silent majority. Her Husband-Yes, and in view of that I think we should begin practicing si- lence while here on earth. - Boston Transcript. @sss. r- s".
 s. Extenuating.
 A Frenchman was convicted of kill
 ing his mOther-in-law. When asked